Author Robert Herrick For sport my Julia threw a Lace Of silke and silver at my face: Watchet the silke was; and did make A shew, as if't'ad been a snake: The suddenness did me affright; But though it scar'd, it did not bite. 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