Sin.

Sin never slew a soul unless there went
Along with it some tempting blandishment.

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

On Julia's Breath.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

His Own Epitaph.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To His Book (2)

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To Cherry-Blossoms.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Sin leads the way, but as it goes, it feels
The following plague still treading on his heels.

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Sin.

Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere,
And was committed, not remitted there.

Robert Herrick

Sin.

Sin no existence; nature none it hath,
Or good at all, as learned Aquinas saith.

Robert Herrick

Sin.

There is no evil that we do commit,
But hath th' extraction of some good from it:
As when we sin, God, the great Chemist, thence
Draws out th' elixir of true penitence.

Robert Herrick

Sin And Strife.

After true sorrow for our sins, our strife
Must last with Satan to the end of life.

Robert Herrick

Sin Seen.

When once the sin has fully acted been,
Then is the horror of the trespass seen.

Robert Herrick