Robert Herrick

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

Tumble me down, and I will sitUpon my ruines (smiling yet:)Teare me to tatters; yet I'le bePatient in my necessitie.Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shunMe, as a fear'd infection:Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,Neglecting thy derision.

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

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.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

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

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

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

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

Like will to like each creature loves his kind.

Give me a kisse and to that kisse a score Then to that twenty adde a hundred more A thousand to that hundred so kisse on To make that thousand up a million Treble that million and when that is done Let's kisse afresh as when we first begun.

Give if thou can an alms if not a sweet and gentle word.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

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.