Author Robert Herrick Tom Blinks his Nose is full of wheales, and these Tom calls not pimples, but Pimpleides: Sometimes (in mirth) he sayes each whelk's a sparke (When drunke with Beere) to light him home, i'th'dark. 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