Robert Herrick

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.

— Robert Herrick

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

— Robert Herrick

If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

— Robert Herrick

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

— Robert Herrick

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

— Robert Herrick

Oft have I heard both Youths and Virgins say, Birds chuse their Mates, and couple too, this day: But by their flight I never can divine When I shall couple with my Valentine.

— Robert Herrick

The Hag is astride, This night for to ride; The Devill and shee together: Through thick, and through thin, Now out, and then in, Though ne'r so foule be the weather.

— Robert Herrick

Kindle the Christmas Brand, and then Till Sunne-set let it burne; Which quencht, then lay it up agen, Till Christmas next returne.

— Robert Herrick

What sweeter musick can we bring, Then a Caroll, for to sing The Birth of this our heavenly King?

— Robert Herrick

Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna! come, let's goe a Maying.

— Robert Herrick

When the artlesse Doctor sees No one hope, but of his Fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit comfort me!

— Robert Herrick

Against diseases here the strongest fence Is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

— Robert Herrick

Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; And little house, whose humble Roof Is weather-proof.

— Robert Herrick