Y'ave heard them sweetly sing,
And seen them in a round:
Each virgin like a spring,
With honeysuckles crown'd.
And seen them in a round:
Each virgin like a spring,
With honeysuckles crown'd.
Robert Herrick
_
269. OBEDIENCE IN SUBJECTS.
_The gods to kings the judgment give to sway:
The subjects only glory to obey. _
270. MORE POTENT, LESS PECCANT.
_He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress
Enfeebles much the seeds of wickedness. _
271. UPON A MAID THAT DIED THE DAY SHE WAS MARRIED.
That morn which saw me made a bride,
The evening witness'd that I died.
Those holy lights, wherewith they guide
Unto the bed the bashful bride,
Serv'd but as tapers for to burn
And light my relics to their urn.
This epitaph, which here you see,
Supplied the epithalamy.
274. TO MEADOWS.
Ye have been fresh and green,
Ye have been fill'd with flowers,
And ye the walks have been
Where maids have spent their hours.
You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
The richer cowslips home.
Y'ave heard them sweetly sing,
And seen them in a round:
Each virgin like a spring,
With honeysuckles crown'd.
But now we see none here
Whose silvery feet did tread,
And with dishevell'd hair
Adorn'd this smoother mead.
Like unthrifts, having spent
Your stock and needy grown,
Y'are left here to lament
Your poor estates, alone.
_Round_, a rustic dance.
275. CROSSES.
Though good things answer many good intents,
_Crosses do still bring forth the best events_.
276. MISERIES.
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
_No life is yet life-proof from misery_.
278. TO HIS HOUSEHOLD GODS.
Rise, household gods, and let us go;
But whither I myself not know.
First, let us dwell on rudest seas;
Next, with severest savages;
Last, let us make our best abode
Where human foot as yet ne'er trod:
Search worlds of ice, and rather there
Dwell than in loathed Devonshire.
279. TO THE NIGHTINGALE AND ROBIN REDBREAST.
269. OBEDIENCE IN SUBJECTS.
_The gods to kings the judgment give to sway:
The subjects only glory to obey. _
270. MORE POTENT, LESS PECCANT.
_He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress
Enfeebles much the seeds of wickedness. _
271. UPON A MAID THAT DIED THE DAY SHE WAS MARRIED.
That morn which saw me made a bride,
The evening witness'd that I died.
Those holy lights, wherewith they guide
Unto the bed the bashful bride,
Serv'd but as tapers for to burn
And light my relics to their urn.
This epitaph, which here you see,
Supplied the epithalamy.
274. TO MEADOWS.
Ye have been fresh and green,
Ye have been fill'd with flowers,
And ye the walks have been
Where maids have spent their hours.
You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
The richer cowslips home.
Y'ave heard them sweetly sing,
And seen them in a round:
Each virgin like a spring,
With honeysuckles crown'd.
But now we see none here
Whose silvery feet did tread,
And with dishevell'd hair
Adorn'd this smoother mead.
Like unthrifts, having spent
Your stock and needy grown,
Y'are left here to lament
Your poor estates, alone.
_Round_, a rustic dance.
275. CROSSES.
Though good things answer many good intents,
_Crosses do still bring forth the best events_.
276. MISERIES.
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
_No life is yet life-proof from misery_.
278. TO HIS HOUSEHOLD GODS.
Rise, household gods, and let us go;
But whither I myself not know.
First, let us dwell on rudest seas;
Next, with severest savages;
Last, let us make our best abode
Where human foot as yet ne'er trod:
Search worlds of ice, and rather there
Dwell than in loathed Devonshire.
279. TO THE NIGHTINGALE AND ROBIN REDBREAST.
