Living
Upon Tooly.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
THe Eggs of Pheasants wrie-nos'd Tooly sells;
But ne'r so much as licks the speckled shells:
Only, if one prove addled, that he eates
With superstition, (as the Cream of meates.)
The Cock and Hen he feeds; but not a bone
He ever pickt (as yet) of any one.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “Upon Tooly.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/569/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “Upon Tooly.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/569/.
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