English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks

Since shed or cottage I have none,
I sing the more, that thou hast one;
To whose glad threshold, and free door
I may a Poet come, though poor;
And eat with thee a savoury bit,
Paying but common thanks for it.
—Yet should I chance, my Wicks, to see
An over-leaven look in thee,
To sour the bread, and turn the beer
To an exalted vinegar;
Or should'st thou prize me as a dish
Of thrice-boil'd worts, or third-day's fish,
I'd rather hungry go and come
Than to thy house be burdensome;
Yet, in my depth of grief, I'd be
One that should drop his beads for thee.

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

1. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks
2. Upon Julia’s Recovery
3. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
4. The Definition of Beauty
5. To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him

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