Quotes by Robert Herrick
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
And to your more bewitching, see the proud, Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,...
Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land; And giv'st me, for my bushel sown, Twice ten for one; Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day; Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine. All these, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart...
Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood:
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
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