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. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Love, What It Is
3. Upon Wrinkles
4. Casualties
5. Upon the Detracter

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