Poem by Robert Herrick

Discontents in Devon

MORE discontents I never had
  Since I was born then here,
Where I have been, and still am sad,
  In this dull Devonshire.
Yet justly too I must confesse,
  I ne’r invented such
Ennobled numbers for the presse,
  Then where I loath’d so much.

1. Upon the Detracter
2. I Call and I Call
3. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
4. Love, What It Is
5. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman

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