here's meat for
Christmas
pies!
Robert Herrick
_
1081. TO PERENNA.
Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be,
I'll whet my lips, and sharpen love on thee.
1082. ON HIMSELF.
Let me not live if I not love:
Since I as yet did never prove
Where pleasures met, at last do find
All pleasures meet in womankind.
1083. ON LOVE.
That love 'twixt men does ever longest last
Where war and peace the dice by turns do cast.
1084. ANOTHER ON LOVE.
Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.
1086. UPON CHUB.
When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries,
"Aha, my boys!
here's meat for Christmas pies! "
Soon after he for beer so scores his wheat,
That at the tide he has not bread to eat.
1087. PLEASURES PERNICIOUS.
Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there
Is sober virtue seen to move her sphere.
1088. ON HIMSELF.
A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here
Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year;
Long I have lasted in this world, 'tis true,
But yet those years that I have lived, but few.
Who by his grey hairs doth his lusters tell,
Lives not those years, but he that lives them well.
One man has reach'd his sixty years, but he
Of all those threescore, has not liv'd half three.
_He lives, who lives to virtue; men who cast
Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last. _
_Luster_, five years.
1089. TO M. LAURENCE SWETNAHAM.
Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be
A fault, 'tis hid if it be voic'd by thee.
1081. TO PERENNA.
Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be,
I'll whet my lips, and sharpen love on thee.
1082. ON HIMSELF.
Let me not live if I not love:
Since I as yet did never prove
Where pleasures met, at last do find
All pleasures meet in womankind.
1083. ON LOVE.
That love 'twixt men does ever longest last
Where war and peace the dice by turns do cast.
1084. ANOTHER ON LOVE.
Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.
1086. UPON CHUB.
When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries,
"Aha, my boys!
here's meat for Christmas pies! "
Soon after he for beer so scores his wheat,
That at the tide he has not bread to eat.
1087. PLEASURES PERNICIOUS.
Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there
Is sober virtue seen to move her sphere.
1088. ON HIMSELF.
A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here
Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year;
Long I have lasted in this world, 'tis true,
But yet those years that I have lived, but few.
Who by his grey hairs doth his lusters tell,
Lives not those years, but he that lives them well.
One man has reach'd his sixty years, but he
Of all those threescore, has not liv'd half three.
_He lives, who lives to virtue; men who cast
Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last. _
_Luster_, five years.
1089. TO M. LAURENCE SWETNAHAM.
Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be
A fault, 'tis hid if it be voic'd by thee.
