Quotes
Quotes - Herrick
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Against diseases here the strongest fence, Is the defensive vertue, abstinence.
'Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.
Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep Did soon draw in agen.
I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
Hell is paved with good samaritans.
Maybe this world is another planet's hell.
Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
What is a kisse? Why this, as some approve: The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score; Then to that twenty, adde 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 kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
If little labour. little are our gaines: Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.
Hast thou attempted greatnesse? Then go on; Back-turning slackens resolution.
A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
'Twixt kings and tyrans there's this difference known: Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their owne.
Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.
The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse.
