Quote

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.

Robert Herrick

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Eating
Whose
Food
Pleasure
Paine
Must
Fills
Make
Feed
Like
Sent
Spring

More quotes by Robert Herrick

Image
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Robert Herrick
Image
O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine
Robert Herrick
Image
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
Robert Herrick
Image
Each must in virtue strive for to excel That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
Robert Herrick
Image
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
Robert Herrick
Image
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
Robert Herrick
Image
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
Robert Herrick
Image
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
Robert Herrick
Image
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
Image
Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.
Robert Herrick
Image
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Robert Herrick
Image
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Robert Herrick
Image
Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.
Robert Herrick
Image
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
Robert Herrick
Image
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
Robert Herrick
Image
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
Image
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Robert Herrick
Image
You say to me-wards your affection's strong Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Robert Herrick
Image
Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.
Robert Herrick
Image
Art quickens nature care will make a face Neglected beauty perisheth apace.
Robert Herrick