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_Lace_, girdle.
_Brusle_, raise its feathers.
_Grutch_, grumble.


284. THE SILKEN SNAKE.

For sport my Julia threw a lace
Of silk and silver at my face:
Watchet the silk was, and did make
A show as if't had been a snake:
The suddenness did me afright,
But though it scar'd, it did not bite.

_Lace_, a girdle.
_Watchet_, pale blue.


285. UPON HIMSELF.

I am sieve-like, and can hold
Nothing hot or nothing cold.
Put in love, and put in too
Jealousy, and both will through:
Put in fear, and hope, and doubt;
What comes in runs quickly out:
Put in secrecies withal,
Whate'er enters, out it shall:
But if you can stop the sieve,
For mine own part, I'd as lief
Maids should say or virgins sing,
Herrick keeps, as holds nothing.


286. UPON LOVE.

Love's a thing, as I do hear,
Ever full of pensive fear;
Rather than to which I'll fall,
Trust me, I'll not like at all.
If to love I should intend,
Let my hair then stand an end:
And that terror likewise prove
Fatal to me in my love.
But if horror cannot slake
Flames which would an entrance make
Then the next thing I desire
Is, to love and live i' th' fire.

_An end_, on end.


287. REVERENCE TO RICHES.

Like to the income must be our expense;
_Man's fortune must be had in reverence_.


288. DEVOTION MAKES THE DEITY.

_Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone
Makes not a god, but he that prays to one. _


289. TO ALL YOUNG MEN THAT LOVE.

I could wish you all who love,
That ye could your thoughts remove
From your mistresses, and be
Wisely wanton, like to me,
I could wish you dispossessed
Of that _fiend that mars your rest_,
And with tapers comes to fright
Your weak senses in the night.
I could wish ye all who fry
Cold as ice, or cool as I;
But if flames best like ye, then,
Much good do 't ye, gentlemen.
I a merry heart will keep,
While you wring your hands and weep.


290. THE EYES.