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
excel life lives man strive twice virtue
Each must in virtue strive for to excel ; That man lives twice that lives the first life well
bridal sing
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: / Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. / I sing of maypoles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, / Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.
bid eyes
Bid me to weep, and I will weep, / While I have eyes to see.
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.
according fortunes labor
If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
ask beg dare desire grow kiss kissed kisses-and-kissing lately lest might proud shall share utmost
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.
ask beg dare grow lest might proud smiles
I dare not ask a kiss; / I dare not beg a smile; / Lest having that, or this, / I might grow proud the while.
kiss lately
Only to kiss that air, / That lately kiss?d thee.
bid
Only a little more / I have to write, / Then I'll give o'er, / And bid the world good-night.
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
men firsts virtue
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
bring maids wait welcome
Welcome maids of honour, / You do bring / In the Spring; / And wait upon her.
fair fall fruitful
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, / Why do ye fall so fast?
attained fair haste sun weep
Fair daffodils, we weep to see / You haste away so soon: / As yet the early-rising sun / Has not attained his noon.