"Robert Herrick"の名言

In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

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

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

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

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

To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow 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 is 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 you may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

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

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.