Robert Herrick

Tears are the noble language of the eye. ↗

— Robert Herrick

#language #noble #tears

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam. ↗

— Robert Herrick

#flesh #home #house #poor #ribs

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. ↗

— Robert Herrick

#each #former #grow #his #hold

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love. ↗

— Robert Herrick

#cement #glue #kiss #lime #love