Quote #8
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
More from Robert Herrick
- Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
- Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's…
- Some asked how pearls did grow, and where? Then spoke I to my girl To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl.
- Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Under that cypress tree; Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en Death, to die for thee.
- Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers.
- Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be, Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee.
- A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness.
- What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.