Living
The Begger.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
SHall I a daily Begger be,
For loves sake asking almes of thee?
Still shall I crave, and never get
A hope of my desired bit?
Ah cruell maides! Ile goe my way,
Whereas (perchance) my fortunes may
Finde out a Threshold or a doore,
That may far sooner speed the poore:
Where thrice we knock, and none will heare,
Cold comfort still I'm sure lives there.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “The Begger.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1023/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “The Begger.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1023/.
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