lyrical poems-第10节
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f the night； proclaim the clock Of late struck One； and now I see the prime Of day break from the pregnant east：'tis time I vanish：more I had to say； But night determines here； Away！
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THE INVITATION
To sup with thee thou didst me home invite； And mad'st a promise that mine appetite Should meet and tire； on such lautitious meat； The like not Heliogabalus did eat： And richer wine would'st give to me； thy guest； Than Roman Sylla pour'd out at his feast。 I came； 'tis true； and look'd for fowl of price； The bastard Phoenix； bird of Paradise； And for no less than aromatic wine Of maidens…blush； commix'd with jessamine。 Clean was the hearth； the mantle larded jet； Which； wanting Lar and smoke； hung weeping wet； At last i' th' noon of winter； did appear A ragg'd soused neats…foot； with sick vinegar； And in a burnish'd flagonet； stood by Beer small as comfort； dead as charity。 At which amazed； and pond'ring on the food； How cold it was； and how it chill'd my blood； I curst the master； and I damn'd the souce； And swore I'd got the ague of the house。 Well； when to eat thou dost me next desire； I'll bring a fever； since thou keep'st no fire。
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TO SIR CLIPSBY CREW
Since to the country first I came； I have lost my former flame； And； methinks； I not inherit； As I did； my ravish'd spirit。 If I write a verse or two； 'Tis with very much ado； In regard I want that wine Which should conjure up a line。 Yet； though now of Muse bereft； I have still the manners left For to thank you； noble sir； For those gifts you do confer Upon him； who only can Be in prose a grateful man。
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A COUNTRY LIFE： TO HIS BROTHER； MR THOMAS HERRICK
Thrice； and above； blest； my soul's half； art thou； In thy both last and better vow； Could'st leave the city； for exchange； to see The country's sweet simplicity； And it to know and practise； with intent To grow the sooner innocent； By studying to know virtue； and to aim More at her nature than her name； The last is but the least； the first doth tell Ways less to live； than to live well： And both are known to thee； who now canst live Led by thy conscience； to give Justice to soon…pleased nature； and to show Wisdom and she together go； And keep one centre； This with that conspires To teach man to confine desires； And know that riches have their proper stint In the contented mind； not mint； And canst instruct that those who have the itch Of craving more； are never rich。 These things thou knows't to th' height； and dost prevent That plague； because thou art content With that Heaven gave thee with a wary hand； （More blessed in thy brass than land） To keep cheap Nature even and upright； To cool； not cocker appetite。 Thus thou canst tersely live to satisfy The belly chiefly； not the eye； Keeping the barking stomach wisely quiet； Less with a neat than needful diet。 But that which most makes sweet thy country life； Is the fruition of a wife； Whom； stars consenting with thy fate； thou hast Got not so beautiful as chaste； By whose warm side thou dost securely sleep； While Love the sentinel doth keep； With those deeds done by day； which ne'er affright Thy silken slumbers in the night： Nor has the darkness power to usher in Fear to those sheets that know no sin。 The damask'd meadows and the pebbly streams Sweeten and make soft your dreams： The purling springs； groves； birds； and well weaved bowers； With fields enamelled with flowers； Present their shapes； while fantasy discloses Millions of Lilies mix'd with Roses。 Then dream； ye hear the lamb by many a bleat Woo'd to come suck the milky teat； While Faunus in the vision comes； to keep From rav'ning wolves the fleecy sheep： With thousand such enchanting dreams； that meet To make sleep not so sound as sweet； Nor call these figures so thy rest endear； As not to rise when Chanticlere Warns the last watch；but with the dawn dost rise To work； but first to sacrifice； Making thy peace with Heaven for some late fault； With holy…meal and spirting salt； Which done； thy painful thumb this sentence tells us； 'Jove for our labour all things sells us。' Nor are thy daily and devout affairs Attended with those desp'rate cares Th' industrious merchant has； who for to find Gold； runneth to the Western Ind； And back again； tortured with fears； doth fly； Untaught to suffer Poverty； But thou at home； blest with securest ease； Sitt'st； and believ'st that there be seas； And watery dangers； while thy whiter hap But sees these things within thy map； And viewing them with a more safe survey； Mak'st easy fear unto thee say； 'A heart thrice walled with oak and brass； that man Had； first durst plough the ocean。' But thou at home； without or tide or gale； Canst in thy map securely sail； Seeing those painted countries； and so guess By those fine shades； their substances； And from thy compass taking small advice； Buy'st travel at the lowest price。 Nor are thine ears so deaf but thou canst hear； Far more with wonder than with fear； Fame tell of states； of countries； courts； and kings； And believe there be such things； When of these truths thy happier knowledge lies More in thine ears than in thine eyes。 And when thou hear'st by that too true report； Vice rules the most； or all； at court； Thy pious wishes are； though thou not there； Virtue had； and moved her sphere。 But thou liv'st fearless； and thy face ne'er shows Fortune when she comes； or goes； But with thy equal thoughts； prepared dost stand To take her by the either hand； Nor car'st which comes the first； the foul or fair： A wise man ev'ry way lies square； And like a surly oak with storms perplex'd Grows still the stronger； strongly vex'd。 Be so； bold Spirit； stand centre…like； unmoved； And be not only thought； but proved To be what I report thee； and inure Thyself； if want comes； to endure； And so thou dost； for thy desires are Confined to live with private Lar： Nor curious whether appetite be fed Or with the first； or second bread。 Who keep'st no proud mouth for delicious cates； Hunger makes coarse meats； delicates。 Canst； and unurged； forsake that larded fare； Which art； not nature； makes so rare； To taste boil'd nettles； coleworts； beets； and eat These； and sour herbs； as dainty meat： While soft opinion makes thy Genius say； 'Content makes all ambrosia；' Nor is it that thou keep'st this stricter size So much for want； as exercise； To numb the sense of dearth； which； should sin haste it； Thou might'st but only see't； not taste it； Yet can thy humble roof maintain a quire Of singing crickets by thy fire； And the brisk mouse may feast herself with crumbs； Till that the green…eyed kitling comes； Then to her cabin； blest she can escape The sudden danger of a rape。 And thus thy little well…kept stock doth prove； Wealth cannot make a life； but love。 Nor art thou so close…handed； but canst spend； （Counsel concurring with the end）； As well as spare； still conning o'er this theme； To shun the first and last extreme； Ordaining that thy small stock find no breach； Or to exceed thy tether's reach； But to live round； and close； and wisely true To thine own self； and known to few。 Thus let thy rural sanctuary be Elysium to thy wife and thee； There to disport your selves with golden measure； For seldom use commends the pleasure。 Live； and live blest； thrice happy pair； let breath； But lost to one； be th' other's death： And as there is one love； one faith； one troth； Be so one death； one grave to both； Till when； in such assurance live； ye may Nor fear； or wish your dying day。
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TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND； MR JOHN WICKS
Since shed or cottage I have none； I sing the more； that thou hast one； To whose glad threshold； and free door I may a Poet come； though poor； And eat with thee a savoury bit； Paying but common thanks for it。 Yet should I chance； my Wicks； to see An over…leaven look in thee； To sour the bread； and turn the beer To an exalted vinegar； Or should'st thou prize me as a dish Of thrice…boil'd worts； or third…day's fish； I'd rather hungry go and come Than to thy house be burdensome； Yet； in my depth of grief； I'd be One that should drop his beads for thee。
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A PARANAETICALL； OR ADVISIVE VERSE TO HIS FRIEND； MR JOHN WICKS
Is this a life； to break thy sleep； To rise as soon as day doth peep？ To tire thy patient ox or ass By noon； and let thy good days pass； Not knowing this； that Jove decrees Some mirth； t' adulce man's miseries？ No； 'tis a life to have thine oil Without extortion from thy soil； Thy faithful fields to yield thee grain； Although with some； yet little pain； To have thy mind； and nuptial bed； With fears and cares uncumbered A pleasing wife； that by thy side Lies softly panting like a bride； This is to live； and to endear Those minutes Time has lent us here。 Then； while fates suffer； live thou free； As is that air that circles thee； And crown thy temples too； and let Thy servant； not thy own self； sweat； To strut thy barns with sheaves of wheat。 Time steals away like to a stream； And we glide hence away with them： No sound recalls the hours once fled； Or roses； being withered； Nor us； my friend； when we are lost； Like to a dew； or melted frost。 Then live we mirthful while we should； And turn the iron age to gold； Let's feast and frolic； sing and play； And thus less last； than live our day。 Whose life with car
