I awoke, and then I knew
What Love said was too-too true;
Henceforth therefore I will be,
As from love, from trouble free.
What Love said was too-too true;
Henceforth therefore I will be,
As from love, from trouble free.
Robert Herrick
Who'll give ye then a sheltering shed,
Or credit ye when I am dead?
Who'll let ye by their fire sit,
Although ye have a stock of wit
Already coin'd to pay for it?
I cannot tell, unless there be
Some race of old humanity
Left, of the large heart and long hand,
Alive, as noble Westmorland,
Or gallant Newark, which brave two
May fost'ring fathers be to you.
If not, expect to be no less
Ill us'd, than babes left fatherless.
_Westmorland_, _Newark_, see Notes.
627. HIS CHARGE TO JULIA AT HIS DEATH.
Dearest of thousands, now the time draws near
That with my lines my life must full-stop here.
Cut off thy hairs, and let thy tears be shed
Over my turf when I am buried.
Then for effusions, let none wanting be,
Or other rites that do belong to me;
As love shall help thee, when thou dost go hence
Unto thy everlasting residence.
_Effusions_, the "due drink-offerings" of the lyric "To his lovely
mistresses" (634).
628. UPON LOVE.
In a dream, Love bade me go
To the galleys there to row;
In the vision I ask'd why?
Love as briefly did reply,
'Twas better there to toil, than prove
The turmoils they endure that love.
I awoke, and then I knew
What Love said was too-too true;
Henceforth therefore I will be,
As from love, from trouble free.
_None pities him that's in the snare,
And, warned before, would not beware. _
629. THE COBBLERS' CATCH.
Come sit we by the fire's side,
And roundly drink we here;
Till that we see our cheeks ale-dy'd
And noses tann'd with beer.
633. CONNUBII FLORES, OR THE WELL-WISHES AT WEDDINGS.
_Chorus Sacerdotum. _ From the temple to your home
May a thousand blessings come!
And a sweet concurring stream
Of all joys to join with them.
_Chorus Juvenum. _ Happy Day,
Make no long stay
Here
In thy sphere;
But give thy place to Night,
That she,
As thee,
May be
Partaker of this sight.
And since it was thy care
To see the younglings wed,
'Tis fit that Night the pair
Should see safe brought to bed.
_Chorus Senum. _ Go to your banquet then, but use delight,
So as to rise still with an appetite.
Love is a thing most nice, and must be fed
To such a height, but never surfeited.