Category Archives: Epigram


The Poor Poet. Carl Spitzweg. 1837.



Robert Herrick


Wantons we are; and though our words be such,

Our lives do differ from our lines by much.


Herrick closed one volume of poetry (Hebrides) with another couplet, apologizing for his bawdier verses: “To his book’s end this line he’d have placed:/ Jocund his muse was, but his life was chaste.”