They call you proud and hard, You with worlds to watch and ward, You whose mailed hand keeps the keys You could know nor dread nor ease Were the Song on your bugles blown, Round the Pit on your bugles blown! England, my England, Chosen daughter of the Lord, There's the menace of the Word In the Song on your bugles blown, England Out of heaven on your bugles blown! W. E. HENLEY. 438. NOW THAT THE APRIL OF YOUR YOUTH Now that the April of your youth adorns The garden of your face, Now that for you each knowing lover mourns, Do not repay affection with scorns. What though you may a matchless beauty vaunt, By such a power, that seemeth to enchant ; Yet, without help of love, Beauty no pleasure to itself can grant. Then think each minute that you lose a day; The longest youth is short, The shortest age is long; Time flies away And that which is not Youth's, is Age's prey. I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree; The sun arising in the East, Though he give light, and the East perfume, Can there be any day but this, Though many suns to shine endeavour ? 440. JUDGE NOT THE PREACHER G. HERBERT. JUDGE not the preacher, for He is thy judge ; The worst speak something good; if all want sense, G. HERBERT (The Church Porch). 441. SIN LORD, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! 442. THE QUIDDITY My God, a verse is not a crown, G. HERBERT. It cannot vault or dance or play, It is no office, art, or news, I am with Thee: and Most take all'. G. HERBERT. 443. SUNDAY O DAY most calm, most bright, The Sundays of man's life, On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope. 444. VIRTUE SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. G. HERBERT. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, My music shows you have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; selfish. 445. THE ELIXIR TEACH me, my God and King, G. HERBERT. All may of Thee partake Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, G. HERBERT. 446. THE PULLEY WHEN God at first made man, So strength first made a way, Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure; 'For if I should,' said He, 'Bestow this jewel also on My creature, 'Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; A SWEET disorder in the dress ness; G. HERBERT. sulject. A cuff neglectful, and thereby A lawn about the shoulders In the tempestuous petticoat; thrown Into a fine distraction; An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals a crimson stomacher; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. 449. AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON Ан Ben! Say how, or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine. COMMAND HIM ANYTHING Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me; And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. HERRICK. BECALM HIS FEVER Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire, Into a gentle-licking flame, And make it thus expire. Then make me weep My pains asleep, And give me such reposes, May think, thereby, 'Mongst roses. |