Quote #22
I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.
More from Robert Herrick
- Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befri…
- Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
- Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.
- Made us nobly wild, not mad.
- Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
- Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
- Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon.
- Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.