Multitude.

We trust not to the multitude in war,
But to the stout, and those that skilful are.

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

An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Saviour.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

A Sonnet Of Perilla.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

All Things Run Well For The Righteous.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Distrust.

Whatever men for loyalty pretend,
'Tis wisdom's part to doubt a faithful friend.

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War.

If kings and kingdoms once distracted be,
The sword of war must try the sovereignty

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Verses.

Who will not honour noble numbers, when
Verses out-live the bravest deeds of men?

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Distrust.

To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must
Be truer to him than a wise distrust.
And to thyself be best this sentence known:
Hear all men speak, but credit few or none.

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Clemency.

For punishment in war it will suffice
If the chief author of the faction dies;
Let but few smart, but strike a fear through all;
Where the fault springs there let the judgment fall.

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The Christian Militant.

A man prepar'd against all ills to come,
That dares to dead the fire of martyrdom;
That sleeps at home, and sailing there at ease,
Fears not the fierce sedition of the seas;
That's counter-proof against the farm's mishaps,
Undreadful too of courtly thunderclaps;
That wears one face, like heaven, and never shows
A change when fortune either comes or goes;
That keeps his own strong guard in the despite
Of what can hurt by day or harm by night;
That takes and re-delivers every stroke
Of chance (as made up all of rock and oak);
That sighs at others' death, smiles at his own
Most dire and horrid crucifixion.
Who for true glory suffers thus, we grant
Him to be here our Christian militant.

Robert Herrick