Poem by Robert Herrick

Up Scoble

Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries
He'll slit her nose; but blubbering she replies,
"Good sir, make no more cuts i' th' outward skin,
One slit's enough to let adultery in. 

1. I Call and I Call
2. Loss from the Least
3. Upon the Detracter
4. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
5. Love, What It Is

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