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
wine meat
Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
wine too-late may
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; live to-day.
wine vines shrines
A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine.
wine smell poetry
Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.
wine drink dine
Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.
angel wine drink
O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine
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.