Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

281. No Fault In Women 12/31/2002
282. A Hymn To Venus And Cupid 12/31/2002
283. A Vow To Venus 12/31/2002
284. Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast 1/13/2003
285. Delight In Disorder 12/31/2002
286. A Child's Grace 1/4/2003
287. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
288. A Hymn To Love 12/31/2002
289. Dreams 12/31/2002
290. To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time 12/31/2002
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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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