In The Dark None Dainty.

A poem by Robert Herrick

Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be;
All are alike fair when no spots we see.
Lais and Lucrece in the night-time are
Pleasing alike, alike both singular:
Joan and my lady have at that time one,
One and the self-same priz'd complexion:
Then please alike the pewter and the plate,
The chosen ruby, and the reprobate.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'In The Dark None Dainty.' by Robert Herrick

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy