Upon Mudge.

Mudge every morning to the postern comes,
His teeth all out, to rinse and wash his gums.

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 Paternal Country

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To The King.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Great Grief, Great Glory.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Denial In Women No Disheartening To Men.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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The staff is now greas'd;
And very well pleas'd,
She cocks out her arse at the parting,
To an old ram goat
That rattles i' th' throat,
Half-choked with the stink of her farting.

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Who scratch at the moon,
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A-hunting she goes,
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Biting Of Beggars.

Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door,
Instead of alms, sets dogs upon the poor.

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Upon One-Ey'd Broomsted. Epig.

Broomsted a lameness got by cold and beer:
And to the bath went, to be cured there:
His feet were helped, and left his crutch behind;
But home returned, as he went forth, half blind.

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Another Charm For Stables.

Hang up hooks and shears to scare
Hence the hag that rides the mare,
Till they be all over wet
With the mire and the sweat:
This observ'd, the manes shall be
Of your horses all knot-free.

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Upon Bridget. Epig.

Of four teeth only Bridget was possest;
Two she spat out, a cough forced out the rest.

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Upon Meg.

Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose,
Which, this night harden'd, sodders up her nose.

Robert Herrick