Quotes by : Robert Herrick

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be unless God gives the Benediction.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Give me a kisse and to that kisse a score Then to that twenty adde a hundred more A thousand to that....

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

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Whenas in silks my Julia goes Then then methinks how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes!....

In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be unless God gives the Benediction.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.