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
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
giving action vain
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
kings giving advice
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
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.
sweet giving alms
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.
life heart giving
Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be: Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee, A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
kissing giving add
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
giving-up rose hang-in-there
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
flower hands giving
The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I'll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
giving house rooms
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
giving-up heart never-give-up-on-love
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
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.