Upon Gut.

Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease
Make him thus swell, or windy cabbages.

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

To His Valentine On St. Valentine's Day.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Cruel Maid

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Rapine Brings Ruin.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Shame No Statist.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Upon Lulls.

Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose
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Upon Lungs. Epig.

Lungs, as some say, ne'er sets him down to eat
But that his breath does fly-blow all the meat.

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Upon Prickles. Epig.

Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting
For bread, drink, butter, cheese; for everything
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How well his nature's fitted to his name!

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To His Book. Another.

Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need,
The place where swelling piles do breed;
May every ill that bites or smarts
Perplex him in his hinder parts.

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Upon Craw.

Craw cracks in sirrop; and does stinking say,
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Upon Punchin. Epig.

Give me a reason why men call
Punchin a dry plant-animal.
Because as plants by water grow,
Punchin by beer and ale spreads so.

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