Quote#Wisdom
A little buttery, and therein
Quote byRobert Herrick · 1591–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Noble Numbers, 47. "A Thanksgiving to God for his House".
English (original)
A little buttery, and therein A little bin Which keeps my little loaf of bread Unclipt, unflead. Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it.
— Robert Herrick
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