Author Robert Herrick All has been plunder'd from me but my wit: Fortune herself can lay no claim to it.143. THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE Things are uncertain; and the more we get, The more on icy pavements we are set. 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