To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks

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Title:     To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

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.

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(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks

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