Anger.

Wrongs, if neglected, vanish in short time,
But heard with anger, we confess the crime.

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 God.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To The Most Accomplished Gentleman, Master Edward Norgate, Clerk Of The Signet To His Majesty. Epig.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To Rosemary And Bays.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Eye.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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