Poem by Robert Herrick

Money Makes the Mirth

When all birds else do of their music fail,
Money's the still-sweet-singing nightingale! 

1. To My Ill Reader
2. Kisses Loathsome
3. To Julia in the Temple
4. The Bracelet to Julia
5. To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday)

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