Robert Herrick

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The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Play
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Wealth cannot make a life, but Love.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Wealth
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To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow 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 is 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 you may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Running
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The person lives twice who lives the first life well
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Life
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Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Tables
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Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Heart
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Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Rubies
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Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Buying
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In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Giving
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I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Love
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Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.
- Robert Herrick
Collection: Tree