Living
To Fortune.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
TUmble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruines (smiling yet:)
Teare me to tatters; yet I'le be
Patient in my necessitie.
Laugh at my scraps of cloaths, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection:
Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk, as one,
Neglecting thy derision.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “To Fortune.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/686/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “To Fortune.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/686/.
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