Living
Content, not cates.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
TIs not the food, but the content
That makes the Tables merriment.
Where Trouble serves the board, we eate
The Platters there, as soone as meat.
A little Pipkin with a bit
Of Mutton, or of Veale in it,
Set on my Table, (Trouble-free)
More then a Feast contenteth me.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “Content, not cates.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/314/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “Content, not cates.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/314/.
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