English Lyric Poet and Cleric
English Lyric Poet and Cleric
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.
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see that brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Thus let this Christal'd Lillie be a Rule, how far to teach, your nakednesse must reach: and that, no further, than we see those glaring colours laid by Arts wise hand, but to this end they sho'd obey a shade; lest they too far extend.
Welcome, maids of honor, you doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right it is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
Past Quotes, by Robert Herrick , Source: The Present Time Best Pleaseth
A Bachelour I will live as I have liv?d still, and never take a wife to crucifie my life.
A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.
A Cat - I keep, that playes about my House, grown fat, with eating many a miching Mouse. To these a Trasy I do keep, whereby I please the more my rurall privacie: which are but toyes, to give my heart some ease: where care none is, slight things do lightly please.
A little meat best fits a little belly, as sweetly Lady, give me leave to tell ye, this little Pipkin fits this little Jelly.
Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land;
And giv'st me, for my bushel sown,
Twice ten for one;
Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day;
Besides my healthful ewes to bear
Me twins each year;
The while the conduits of my kine
Run cream, for wine.
All these, and better, Thou dost send
Me, to this end,
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more:
A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising Sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a Spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you, or any thing.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
Kings ought to shear, not skin their sheep.