Quote #27
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
More from Robert Herrick
- Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.
- Get up, sweet Slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
- Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
- 'Tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in.
- Made us nobly wild, not mad.
- So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night.
- Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
- Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and se…