poet Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick

#161 on top 500 poets

To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks

Since shed or cottage I have none,
I sing the more, that thou hast one;
To whose glad threshold, and free door
I may a Poet come, though poor;
And eat with thee a savoury bit,
Paying but common thanks for it.
--Yet should I chance, my Wicks, to see
An over-leaven look in thee,
To sour the bread, and turn the beer
To an exalted vinegar;
Or should'st thou prize me as a dish
Of thrice-boil'd worts, or third-day's fish,
I'd rather hungry go and come
Than to thy house be burdensome;
Yet, in my depth of grief, I'd be
One that should drop his beads for thee.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Add this poem to MyPoemList
2,8 out of 5
31 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks by Robert Herrick

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: thanks, fish, grief, house, friend, fishing