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
men thinking giving
God doth not promise here to man that HeWill free him quickly from his misery;But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,Then He will give a happy end to it.
fall men rose
Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
being-happy pursuit-of-happiness men
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.
men discontent stills
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
pain men littles
If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
men glory
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
men firsts virtue
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
men valiant
Necessity makes dastards valiant men.
mean writing giving
I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die
beam center cherry drowned half marked red rose shows within
Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast: Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Center placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
according fortunes labor
If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
lime love sweet
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love
attend befriend elves eyes lend sparks whose
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, / The shooting-stars attend thee; / And the elves also,/ Whose little eyes glow, / Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
fair fall fruitful
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, / Why do ye fall so fast?