Robert Herrick,
Poet and cleric,
Wrote numbers that were noble
When they weren't ignoble.

Robert Herrick:
Poet, cleric,
Pagan, priest,
Long-deceased.

Suckles at first were curst
     To be the homes of flies,
And smell'd like open tombs
     With putrefying eyes.

But Christ, who saves the worst
    (If so He wills) from death,
Did mercy give the blooms
     By giving them His breath.