Upon Crab. Epig.

Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known
He keeps the fox fur for to face his own.

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

Upon Love.

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To His Angry God.

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Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon A Black Twist Rounding The Arm Of The Countess Of Carlisle.

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Shark, when he goes to any public feast,
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Upon Cob. Epig.

Cob clouts his shoes, and, as the story tells,
His thumb nails par'd afford him sparrables.

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Upon Rook. Epig.

Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry
Fie on this pride, this female vanity.
Thus, though the Rook does rail against the sin,
He loves the gain that vanity brings in.

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Upon Groynes. Epig.

Groynes, for his fleshly burglary of late,
Stood in the holy forum candidate;
The word is Roman; but in English known:
Penance, and standing so, are both but one.

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Upon Skinns. Epig.

Skinns, he dined well to-day: how do you think?
His nails they were his meat, his rheum the drink.

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Upon Madam Ursly. Epig.

For ropes of pearl, first Madam Ursly shows
A chain of corns picked from her ears and toes;
Then, next, to match Tradescant's curious shells,
Nails from her fingers mew'd she shows: what else?
Why then, forsooth, a carcanet is shown
Of teeth, as deaf as nuts, and all her own.

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