Then, if any piece prove new
And rare, I'll say, my dearest Crew,
It was full inspired by you.
And rare, I'll say, my dearest Crew,
It was full inspired by you.
Robert Herrick
The field is pitch'd, but such must be your wars,
As that your kisses must outvie the stars.
Fall down together vanquished both, and lie
Drown'd in the blood of rubies there, not die.
_Corals_, reddens.
619. THE NIGHT-PIECE, TO JULIA.
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
No Will-o'-th'-Wisp mislight thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
But on, on thy way
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.
Let not the dark thee cumber:
What though the moon does slumber?
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light
Like tapers clear without number.
Then, Julia, let me woo thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me;
And when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet
My soul I'll pour into thee.
620. TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.
Give me wine, and give me meat,
To create in me a heat,
That my pulses high may beat.
Cold and hunger never yet
Could a noble verse beget;
But your bowls with sack replete.
Give me these, my knight, and try
In a minute's space how I
Can run mad and prophesy.
Then, if any piece prove new
And rare, I'll say, my dearest Crew,
It was full inspired by you.
621. GOOD LUCK NOT LASTING.
If well the dice run, let's applaud the cast:
_The happy fortune will not always last_.
622. A KISS.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
623. GLORY.
I make no haste to have my numbers read:
_Seldom comes glory till a man be dead_.
624. POETS.
Wantons we are, and though our words be such,
Our lives do differ from our lines by much.
625. NO DESPITE TO THE DEAD.
