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