_Love is maintain'd by wealth_; when all is spent,
_Adversity then breeds the discontent_.
_Adversity then breeds the discontent_.
Robert Herrick
as I worship wit,
Where I have cause to burn perfumes to it;
So, I confess, 'tis somewhat to do well
In our high art, although we can't excel
Like thee, or dare the buskins to unloose
Of thy brave, bold, and sweet Maronian muse.
But since I'm call'd, rare Denham, to be gone,
Take from thy Herrick this conclusion:
'Tis dignity in others, if they be
Crown'd poets, yet live princes under thee;
The while their wreaths and purple robes do shine
Less by their own gems than those beams of thine.
_Paean-gardens_, gardens sacred to Apollo.
_Nicely_, fastidiously.
674. A HYMN TO THE LARES.
It was, and still my care is,
To worship ye, the Lares,
With crowns of greenest parsley
And garlic chives, not scarcely;
For favours here to warm me,
And not by fire to harm me;
For gladding so my hearth here
With inoffensive mirth here;
That while the wassail bowl here
With North-down ale doth troul here,
No syllable doth fall here
To mar the mirth at all here.
For which, O chimney-keepers!
(I dare not call ye sweepers)
So long as I am able
To keep a country table,
Great be my fare, or small cheer,
I'll eat and drink up all here.
_Troul_, pass round.
675. DENIAL IN WOMEN NO DISHEARTENING TO MEN.
Women, although they ne'er so goodly make it,
Their fashion is, but to say no, to take it.
676. ADVERSITY.
_Love is maintain'd by wealth_; when all is spent,
_Adversity then breeds the discontent_.
677. TO FORTUNE.
Tumble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruins, smiling yet;
Tear me to tatters, yet I'll be
Patient in my necessity.
Laugh at my scraps of clothes, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection;
Yet, scare-crow-like, I'll walk as one
Neglecting thy derision.
678. TO ANTHEA.
Come, Anthea, know thou this,
_Love at no time idle is_;
Let's be doing, though we play
But at push-pin half the day;
Chains of sweet bents let us make
Captive one, or both, to take:
In which bondage we will lie,
Souls transfusing thus, and die.
_Push-pin_, a childish game in which one player placed a pin and the
other pushed it.
_Bents_, grasses.
679. CRUELTIES.
Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes
From the beholding death and cruelties.
680. PERSEVERANCE.
Hast thou begun an act?
Where I have cause to burn perfumes to it;
So, I confess, 'tis somewhat to do well
In our high art, although we can't excel
Like thee, or dare the buskins to unloose
Of thy brave, bold, and sweet Maronian muse.
But since I'm call'd, rare Denham, to be gone,
Take from thy Herrick this conclusion:
'Tis dignity in others, if they be
Crown'd poets, yet live princes under thee;
The while their wreaths and purple robes do shine
Less by their own gems than those beams of thine.
_Paean-gardens_, gardens sacred to Apollo.
_Nicely_, fastidiously.
674. A HYMN TO THE LARES.
It was, and still my care is,
To worship ye, the Lares,
With crowns of greenest parsley
And garlic chives, not scarcely;
For favours here to warm me,
And not by fire to harm me;
For gladding so my hearth here
With inoffensive mirth here;
That while the wassail bowl here
With North-down ale doth troul here,
No syllable doth fall here
To mar the mirth at all here.
For which, O chimney-keepers!
(I dare not call ye sweepers)
So long as I am able
To keep a country table,
Great be my fare, or small cheer,
I'll eat and drink up all here.
_Troul_, pass round.
675. DENIAL IN WOMEN NO DISHEARTENING TO MEN.
Women, although they ne'er so goodly make it,
Their fashion is, but to say no, to take it.
676. ADVERSITY.
_Love is maintain'd by wealth_; when all is spent,
_Adversity then breeds the discontent_.
677. TO FORTUNE.
Tumble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruins, smiling yet;
Tear me to tatters, yet I'll be
Patient in my necessity.
Laugh at my scraps of clothes, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection;
Yet, scare-crow-like, I'll walk as one
Neglecting thy derision.
678. TO ANTHEA.
Come, Anthea, know thou this,
_Love at no time idle is_;
Let's be doing, though we play
But at push-pin half the day;
Chains of sweet bents let us make
Captive one, or both, to take:
In which bondage we will lie,
Souls transfusing thus, and die.
_Push-pin_, a childish game in which one player placed a pin and the
other pushed it.
_Bents_, grasses.
679. CRUELTIES.
Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes
From the beholding death and cruelties.
680. PERSEVERANCE.
Hast thou begun an act?
