Quotes by : Robert Herrick

Tumble me down, and I will sitUpon my ruines (smiling yet:)Teare me to tatters; yet I'le bePatient in....

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak,....

To the Virgins, To Make much of TimeGather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this....

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow....

If little labour, little are our gains:Man's fortunes are according to his pains.