Beggars.

Jacob God's beggar was; and so we wait,
Though ne'er so rich, all beggars at His gate.

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 The King And Queen Upon Their Unhappy Distances.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Silence.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon Parting.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

God's Mirth: Man's Mourning.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door,
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The Beggar To Mab, The Queen Fairy

Please your Grace, from out your store
Give an alms to one that's poor,
That your mickle may have more.
Black I'm grown for want of meat,
Give me then an ant to eat,
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His Petition.

If war or want shall make me grow so poor,
As for to beg my bread from door to door;
Lord! let me never act that beggar's part,
Who hath Thee in his mouth, not in his heart:
He who asks alms in that so sacred Name,
Without due reverence, plays the cheater's game.

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Alms.

Give unto all, lest he, whom thou deni'st,
May chance to be no other man but Christ.

Robert Herrick

Upon Her Alms.

See how the poor do waiting stand
For the expansion of thy hand.
A wafer dol'd by thee will swell
Thousands to feed by miracle.

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