Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Money Makes The Mirth - Poem by Robert Herrick

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

Topic(s) of this poem: money

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Friday, January 23, 2015

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