Scobble for whoredom whips his wife; and cries
He'll slit her nose; but blubb'ring, she replies,
Good sir, make no more cuts i' th' outward skin,
One slit's enough to let adultry in.
Upon Scobble. Epig
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: wife, good, skin, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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