So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice,
As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise,
But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber,
Melting melodious words to lutes of amber.
As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise,
But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber,
Melting melodious words to lutes of amber.
Robert Herrick
UPON SILVIA, A MISTRESS.
When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was,
Thou wilt complain, False now's thy looking-glass,
Which renders that quite tarnished which was green,
And priceless now what peerless once had been.
Upon thy form more wrinkles yet will fall,
And, coming down, shall make no noise at all.
_Priceless_, valueless.
63. CHEERFULNESS IN CHARITY; OR, THE SWEET SACRIFICE.
'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs
Can please those heav'nly deities,
If the vower don't express
In his offering cheerfulness.
65. SWEETNESS IN SACRIFICE.
'Tis not greatness they require
To be offer'd up by fire;
But 'tis sweetness that doth please
Those _Eternal Essences_.
66. STEAM IN SACRIFICE.
If meat the gods give, I the steam
High-towering will devote to them,
Whose easy natures like it well,
If we the roast have, they the smell.
67. UPON JULIA'S VOICE.
So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice,
As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise,
But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber,
Melting melodious words to lutes of amber.
_Amber_, used here merely for any rich material: cp. "Treading on amber
with their silver feet".
68. AGAIN.
When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear
To drink in notes and numbers such
As blessed souls can't hear too much;
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranc'd and lost confusedly,
And, by thy music stricken mute,
Die and be turn'd into a lute.
69. ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE.
_All things decay with time_: the forest sees
The growth and downfall of her aged trees;
That timber tall, which threescore lusters stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood,--
I mean (the sovereign of all plants) the oak--
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.
_Lusters_, the Roman reckoning of five years.
70. THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS.
First, April, she with mellow showers
Opens the way for early flowers;
Then after her comes smiling May,
In a more rich and sweet array;
Next enters June, and brings us more
Gems than those two that went before:
Then (lastly) July comes, and she
More wealth brings in than all those three.
71. NO SHIPWRECK OF VIRTUE. TO A FRIEND.
When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was,
Thou wilt complain, False now's thy looking-glass,
Which renders that quite tarnished which was green,
And priceless now what peerless once had been.
Upon thy form more wrinkles yet will fall,
And, coming down, shall make no noise at all.
_Priceless_, valueless.
63. CHEERFULNESS IN CHARITY; OR, THE SWEET SACRIFICE.
'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs
Can please those heav'nly deities,
If the vower don't express
In his offering cheerfulness.
65. SWEETNESS IN SACRIFICE.
'Tis not greatness they require
To be offer'd up by fire;
But 'tis sweetness that doth please
Those _Eternal Essences_.
66. STEAM IN SACRIFICE.
If meat the gods give, I the steam
High-towering will devote to them,
Whose easy natures like it well,
If we the roast have, they the smell.
67. UPON JULIA'S VOICE.
So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice,
As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise,
But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber,
Melting melodious words to lutes of amber.
_Amber_, used here merely for any rich material: cp. "Treading on amber
with their silver feet".
68. AGAIN.
When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear
To drink in notes and numbers such
As blessed souls can't hear too much;
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranc'd and lost confusedly,
And, by thy music stricken mute,
Die and be turn'd into a lute.
69. ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE.
_All things decay with time_: the forest sees
The growth and downfall of her aged trees;
That timber tall, which threescore lusters stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood,--
I mean (the sovereign of all plants) the oak--
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.
_Lusters_, the Roman reckoning of five years.
70. THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS.
First, April, she with mellow showers
Opens the way for early flowers;
Then after her comes smiling May,
In a more rich and sweet array;
Next enters June, and brings us more
Gems than those two that went before:
Then (lastly) July comes, and she
More wealth brings in than all those three.
71. NO SHIPWRECK OF VIRTUE. TO A FRIEND.
