Surfeits.

Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call
That surfeit took by bread the worst of all.

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

The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter: Sung By The Virgin-Martyr

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Temptations.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Suffer That Thou Canst Not Shift.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Repletion.

Physicians say repletion springs
More from the sweet than sour things.

Robert Herrick

Upon Snare, An Usurer.

Snare, ten i' th' hundred calls his wife; and why?
She brings in much by carnal usury.
He by extortion brings in three times more:
Say, who's the worst, th' exactor or the whore?

Robert Herrick

Once Poor, Still Penurious.

Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard:
The fattest hogs we grease the more with lard.
To him that has, there shall be added more;
Who is penurious, he shall still be poor.

Robert Herrick

Great Maladies, Long Medicines.

To an old sore a long cure must go on:
Great faults require great satisfaction.

Robert Herrick

The Plunder.

I am of all bereft,
Save but some few beans left,
Whereof, at last, to make
For me and mine a cake,
Which eaten, they and I
Will say our grace, and die.

Robert Herrick

Upon Skurf.

Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may:
All know a fellon eat the tenth away.

Robert Herrick