Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)
Source: "The Night Piece to Julia"
Contributed by: Zaady
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
Source: Hesperides. The End
Give, if thou canst, an alms; if not, afford, instead of that, a sweet and gentle word.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may Old time is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
Source: "To the Virgins to Make Much of Time"
l saw a fly within a bead Of amber cleanly buried.
Source: On a Fly Buried in Amber
Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.
Source: Hesperides. How Roses Came Red
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Source: Hesperides. On Julia’s Legs
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