Mirth

Robert Herrick

True mirth resides not in the smiling skin;
The sweetest solace is to act no sin.

Next 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : Miseries
• Robert Herrick : Money Makes The Mirth
• Robert Herrick : Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, Under The Name Of The
• Robert Herrick : Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, Under The Name Of Thelost Shepherdess
• Robert Herrick : Night Piece, To Julia
• Robert Herrick : No Fault In Women
• Robert Herrick : No Loathsomeness In Love
• Robert Herrick : No Man Without Money
• Robert Herrick : No Pains, No Gains
• Robert Herrick : No Spouse But A Sister

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : Men Mind No State In Sickness
• Robert Herrick : Matins, Or Morning Prayer
• Robert Herrick : Man's Dying-place Uncertain
• Robert Herrick : Lovers How They Come And Part
• Robert Herrick : Love, What It Is
• Robert Herrick : Love Palpable
• Robert Herrick : Love Lightly Pleased
• Robert Herrick : Love Dislikes Nothing
• Robert Herrick : Loss From The Least
• Robert Herrick : Litany To The Holy Spirit