Author Robert Herrick To read my book, the virgin shy May blush, while Brutus standeth by: But when he's gone, read through what's writ, And never stain a cheek for it. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments