Upon A Cheap Laundress. Epig.
Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie That sharply trickles from her either eye. The laundresses, they envy her good-luck, Who can with so small charges drive the buck. What needs she fire and ashes to consume, Who can scour linens with her own salt rheum?
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Herrick delivers a powerful performance in "Upon A Cheap Laundress. Epig."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...