Great Maladies, Long Medicines.

To an old sore a long cure must go on:
Great faults require great satisfaction.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

Robert Herrick

To Women, To Hide Their Teeth If They Be Rotten Or Rusty.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To His Sister-In-Law, M. Susanna Herrick.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Eyes.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon A Crooked Maid.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Long Life.

The longer thread of life we spin,
The more occasion still to sin.

Robert Herrick

On Himself.

Love-sick I am, and must endure
A desperate grief, that finds no cure.
Ah me! I try; and trying, prove
No herbs have power to cure love.
Only one sovereign salve I know,
And that is death, the end of woe.

Robert Herrick

Repletion.

Physicians say repletion springs
More from the sweet than sour things.

Robert Herrick

Liberty.

Those ills that mortal men endure
So long, are capable of cure,
As they of freedom may be sure;
But, that denied, a grief, though small,
Shakes the whole roof, or ruins all.

Robert Herrick

Long-Looked-For Comes At Last.

Though long it be, years may repay the debt;
None loseth that which he in time may get.

Robert Herrick

Upon Leech.

Leech boasts, he has a pill, that can alone
With speed give sick men their salvation:
'Tis strange, his father long time has been ill,
And credits physic, yet not trusts his pill:
And why? he knows he must of cure despair,
Who makes the sly physician his heir.

Robert Herrick