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All has been plunder'd from me but my wit:Fortune herself can lay no claim to it.
Robert Herrick
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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.
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To M. Laurence Swetnaham.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
A Ternary Of Littles, Upon A Pipkin Of Jelly Sent To A Lady.
The Plunder.
I am of all bereft,Save but some few beans left,Whereof, at last, to makeFor me and mine a cake,Which eaten, they and IWill say our grace, and die.
The Recompense.
All I have lost that could be rapt from me;And fare it well: yet, Herrick, if so beThy dearest Saviour renders thee but oneSmile, that one smile's full restitution.
Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses
I have lost, and lately, theseMany dainty mistresses:Stately Julia, prime of all;Sapho next, a principal:Smooth Anthea, for a skinWhite, and heaven-like crystalline:Sweet Electra, and the choiceMyrha, for the lute and voice.Next, Corinna, for her wit,And the graceful use of it;With Perilla: All are gone;Only Herrick's left alone,For to number sorrow byTheir departures hence, and die.
Possessions.
Those possessions short-liv'd are,Into the which we come by war.
The Poet Hath Lost His Pipe.
I cannot pipe as I was wont to do,Broke is my reed, hoarse is my singing, too;My wearied oat I'll hang upon the tree,And give it to the sylvan deity.
His Weakness In Woes.
I cannot suffer; and in this my partOf patience wants. Grief breaks the stoutest heart.