Living

The Custard.

by Robert Herrick 1591–1674

From Hesperides (1648)

Living

FOr second course, last night, a Custard came
To th'board, so hot, as none co'd touch the same
Furze, three or foure times with his cheeks did blow
Upon the Custard, and thus cooled so:
It seem'd by this time to admit the touch;
But none co'd eate it, 'cause it stunk so much.

MLA

Herrick, Robert. “The Custard.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/132/.

Chicago

Herrick, Robert. “The Custard.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/132/.

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