Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

281. Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses 12/31/2002
282. Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast 1/13/2003
283. Upon Time 12/31/2002
284. Upon Wrinkles 12/31/2002
285. Want 12/31/2002
286. What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have 12/31/2002
287. When He Would Have His Verses Read 12/31/2002
288. Why Flowers Change Colour 12/31/2002
289. Wlt Punished Prospers Most 12/31/2002
290. Writing 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

- Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

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Love, What It Is

Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

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