Upon Coone. Epig.

What is the reason Coone so dully smells?
His nose is over-cool'd with icicles.

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

In Praise Of Women.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

No Shipwreck Of Virtue. To A Friend.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Mount Of The Muses.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

His Petition.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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