Author Robert Herrick What can my Kellam drink his Sack In Goblets to the brim, And see his Robin Herrick lack, Yet send no Boules to him? For love or pitie to his Muse, (That she may flow in Verse) Contemne to recommend a Cruse, But send to her a Tearce. 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