English poem His Loss by Robert Herrick Listen in the reader Share: WhatsApp · Facebook · LinkedIn · X · Copy link All has been plunder'd from me but my wit: Fortune herself can lay no claim to it. More by Robert HerrickHis Hope Or Sheet Anchor.His Lachrym'; Or, Mirth Turned To Mourning.His Last Request To JuliaHis Litany, To The Holy SpiritHis Meditation Upon DeathHis Misery In A Mistress.His Mistress To Him At His FarewellHis Offering, With The Rest, At The Sepulchre.All 1426 poems by Robert Herrick