He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke. Robert Herrick Next Quote Then this immensive cupOf aromatic wine,Catullus, I quaff upTo that terse muse of thine. - Robert Herrick Previous Quote Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying. - Robert Herrick