English poem Mirth by Robert Herrick Listen in the reader Share: WhatsApp · Facebook · LinkedIn · X · Copy link True mirth resides not in the smiling skin; The sweetest solace is to act no sin. More by Robert HerrickMen Mind No State In SicknessMercy And Love.Mercy.Merits Make The Man.MiseriesModeration.Moderation.Money Gets The Mastery.All 1426 poems by Robert Herrick