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. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
2. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
3. His Last Request to Julia
4. To Sapho
5. Upon Julia's Ribbon

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