Robert HerrickThinkers

Amber is a fly's urn, a bead that is small of room but more rich than Cleopatra's tomb.

Conformity gives comeliness to things.

Hell is no other but a soundless pit. Where no one beam of comfort peeps in it.

The Kiss is love's sweetest language.

A Kiss is the sure, sweet cement, glue and lime of love.

Life is short — Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.

Love is maintain’d by wealth: when all ia spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.

Necessity makes dastards valiant men.

The Sun is the glorious lamp of heaven.

The Tear is the noble language of the eye.