Money Makes The Mirth Poem by Robert Herrick

Money Makes The Mirth

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When all birds else do of their music fail,
Money's the still-sweet-singing nightingale!

Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick

London / England
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