Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick
Robert Herrickwas a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is best known for Hesperides, a book of poems. This includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time", with the first line "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may"...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth24 August 1591
eye sight credit
We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.
sunset two wish
But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.
fall contentment
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
art winning shoes
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.
hands haste-makes-waste dry
Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any sordid shift; 'T is haste Makes waste; Extremes have still their fault. Who gripes too hard the dry and slipp'ry sand, Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.
use delight eating
Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.
giving house rooms
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
laughter joy tears
Our present tears here, not our present laughter Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.
play theatre lasts
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
couple valentine bird
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 devine When I shall couple with my valentine.
running sweet doctors
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!
green springtime celebration
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green
rising sun haste
Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon.
spring eating pleasure
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.