A Quote by Robert Herrick

No, not Jove
Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love. — © Robert Herrick
No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole.
Great Jove angry is no longer Jove.
I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.
He that praiseth himselfe spattereth himselfe. [He that praiseth himself spatteteth himself.]
We are the wise. Do not envy us— We who are too wise to draw near the fire Lest we get burned; We who are too wise to love Lest love should vanish and we be hurt. We are the wise. Do not envy us our wisdom— We who are too wise to live Lest we should die.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
Test of the poet is knowledge of love, For Eros is older than Saturn or Jove; Never was poet, of late or of yore, Who was not tremulous with love-lore.
I find that with period pieces, you're sort of able to really take advantage of what's around you because prop-wise, wardrobe-wise and location-wise, it's all so specific due to that time.
A nature wise With finding in itself the types of all, With watching from the dim verge of the time What things to be are visible in the gleams Thrown forward on them from the luminous past, Wise with the history of its own frail heart, With reverence and sorrow, and with love, Broad as the world, for freedom and for man.
He that measures not himselfe, is measured.
None is offended but by himselfe.
You can't be wise and in love at the same time.
He is onely bright that shines by himselfe.
Happie is hee that chastens himselfe.
He that pitties another, remembers himselfe.
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