Writing

Robert Herrick

When words we want, Love teacheth to indite;
And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.

Next 10 Poems

• Hermann Hesse : A Swarm Of Gnats
• Hermann Hesse : At Night On The High Seas
• Hermann Hesse : How Heavy The Days
• Hermann Hesse : I Know, You Walk--
• Hermann Hesse : Lonesome Night
• Hermann Hesse : Lying In Grass
• Hermann Hesse : On A Journey
• Hermann Hesse : The Poet
• Hermann Hesse : Thinking Of A Friend At Night
• Hermann Hesse : Without You

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : Wlt Punished Prospers Most
• Robert Herrick : Why Flowers Change Colour
• Robert Herrick : When He Would Have His Verses Read
• Robert Herrick : What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have
• Robert Herrick : Want
• Robert Herrick : Upon Wrinkles
• Robert Herrick : Upon Time
• Robert Herrick : Upon The Roses In Julia's Bosom
• Robert Herrick : Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast
• Robert Herrick : Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses