On Poet Prat. Epig.

Prat he writes satires, but herein's the fault,
In no one satire there's a mite of salt.

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 Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Coming Of Good Luck

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon Himself Being Buried.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Resurrection Possible And Probable.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Upon Prickles. Epig.

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

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Upon Nis.

Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes
Serve but for matter to make paper kites.

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Parcel-Gilt Poetry.

Let's strive to be the best; the gods, we know it,
Pillars and men, hate an indifferent poet.

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Poets.

Wantons we are, and though our words be such,
Our lives do differ from our lines by much.

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To M. Leonard Willan, His Peculiar Friend.

I will be short, and having quickly hurl'd
This line about, live thou throughout the world;
Who art a man for all scenes; unto whom,
What's hard to others, nothing's troublesome.
Can'st write the comic, tragic strain, and fall
From these to pen the pleasing pastoral:
Who fli'st at all heights: prose and verse run'st through;
Find'st here a fault, and mend'st the trespass too:
For which I might extol thee, but speak less,
Because thyself art coming to the press:
And then should I in praising thee be slow,
Posterity will pay thee what I owe.

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Upon Pievish. Epig.

Pievish doth boast that he's the very first
Of English poets, and 'tis thought the worst.

Robert Herrick