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
clothes disorder sweet
A sweet disorder in the dress, kindles in clothes a wantonness
lime love sweet
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love
sweet giving alms
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.
sweet art winning
A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction : An erring lace which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher : A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly : A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat : A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility : Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
sweet clothes cuffs
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction;
sweet spring night
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept. Come, and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.
sweet kissing glue
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
sweet moving love-is
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
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!
sweet prayer temptation
When the tempter me pursueth With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
sweet temptation comfort
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
sweet prayer heart
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
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.