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Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick
Born in August 1591, Robert Herrick was the author of Hesperides; or, the Works Both Human and Divine of Robert Herrick, Esq....
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Ants and Sharks
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The Shark
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The Shark's Parlor
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The Steel Rippers
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Tiger Shark
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Untitled [There, by the crescent moon, the shark]
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What To Do About Sharks
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White Sales
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World Below the Brine
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Upon Shark

 
by Robert Herrick

Shark, when he goes to any publick feast,
Eates to ones thinking, of all there, the least.
What saves the master of the House thereby?
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide Codpeece, (dinner being done)
Two Napkins cram'd up, and a silver Spoone.



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