With that Heav'n gave thee with a wary hand, But that, which most makes sweet thy country life, Whom, stars consenting with thy fate, thou hast With those deeds done by day, which ne'er affright Nor has the darkness pow'r 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-weav'd bowr's, With fields enamelled with flow'rs, Present their shapes; while fantasy discloses Then dream ye hear the lamb by many a bleat Nor can these figures so thy rest endear, As not to rise when chanticleer Warns the last watch; but with the dawn dost rise To work, but first to sacrifice; Making thy peace with heav'n, 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 And back again; tortur'd with fears, doth fly, But thou at home, blest with securest ease, "A heart thrice wall'd with oak and brass that man* "Had, first durst plough the ocean!" But thou at home, without or tide or gale, Seeing those painted countries; and so guess Nor are thine ears so deaf, but thou can'st hear, Fame tell of states, of countries, courts, and kings, When of these truths, thy happier knowledge lies * Illi robur, et æs triplex Circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci Primus. HORAT. Ode 3. Lib. 1. More in thine ears than in thine eyes. But thou liv'st fearless; and thy face ne'er shews But with thy equal thoughts prepar'd dost stand Nor car'st which comes the first, the foul, or fair; Grows still the stronger, strongly vext: Thyself, if want comes, to endure; Or with the first, or second bread: Nor is it that thou keep'st this stricter size 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-ey'd 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 As well as spare; still conning o'er this theme, Ordaining that thy small stock find no breach, But to live round, and close, and wisely true Thus let thy rural sanctuary be Elysium to thy wife, and thee; There to disport yourselves with golden measure; And as there is one love, one faith, one troth; Till when, in such assurance live, ye may XXXV. LYRICK TO MIRTH. WHILE the milder fates consent, Let's enjoy our merriment; Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play; Kiss our dollies night and day: Crown'd with clusters of the vine, XXXVI. UPON JULIA'S RIBAND. As shews the air, when with a rainbow grac'd, So smiles that riband 'bout my Julia's waist; nay, 'tis that zonulet of love, +Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove. Or like XXXVII. THE FROZEN ZONE, OR JULIA DISDAINFUL. WHITHER, say, whither shall I fly, Of the rain, frost, hail, and snow? * A celebrated musical composer, and lutanist, much in favour with Charles the first. A nearly similar conceit occurs in the following lines of a cotemporary bard, from his poem on a Girdle, which he denominates A narrow compass; and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; WALLER. |