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In sober mornings do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.
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Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.
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Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.
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Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
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Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe.
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In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Robert Herrick
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
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A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
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It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.
Robert Herrick
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
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For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
Robert Herrick
A winning wave, (deserving note.) In the tempestuous petticote, A careless shoe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility,-- Doe more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
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Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
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Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
Robert Herrick
Art quickens nature care will make a face Neglected beauty perisheth apace.
Robert Herrick
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Robert Herrick
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
Robert Herrick
When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill, Has, or none, or little skill, Meet for nothing, but to kill Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Robert Herrick
I dare not ask a kiss I dare not beg a smile Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air, That lately kissed thee.
Robert Herrick
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer: There, Where my Julia's lips do smile There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Robert Herrick