The Covetous Still Captives.

Let's live with that small pittance that we have;
Who covets more, is evermore a slave.

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

A Vow To Minerva.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

His Lachrymæ; Or, Mirth Turned To Mourning.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Crosses.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Another. (Sin.)

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Not To Covet Much Where Little Is The Charge.

Why should we covet much, whenas we know
W'ave more to bear our charge than way to go?

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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.

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Poverty And Riches

Who with a little cannot be content,
Endures an everlasting punishment.

Robert Herrick

Possessions.

Those possessions short-liv'd are,
Into the which we come by war.

Robert Herrick

Expenses Exhaust.

Live with a thrifty, not a needy fate;
Small shots paid often waste a vast estate.

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