Quotes by : Robert Herrick

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.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Old Time is still aflying And this same flower that smiles today ....

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.

Like will to like each creature loves his kind.

You say to me-ward's your affection's strong Pray love me little so you love me long.