Shall I search the under ground, All the floods, and frozen seas; Or descend into the deep, Where eternal cold does keep? These may cool; but there's a zone Colder yet than any one, That's my Julia's breast, where dwells As that the congelation will Me sooner starve, than those can kill. XXXVIII. TO THE PATRON OF POETS, MR. ENDYMION PORTER. LET there be patrons, patrons like to thee, In thee, thou man of men! who here dost give But likewise oil of maintenance to it; For which, before thy threshold we'll lay down POEM XXXVIII.] The gentleman to whom these lines are addressed was in the court of James, and of Charles the first; with whom he was a great favourite by reason of his wit and learning. He appears to have died abroad, and to have been the Mæcenas of his day. His family was from Glocestershire, in the neighbourhood of Campden. He died 1641. XXXIX. THE SADNESS OF THINGS FOR SAPPHO'S LILIES will languish, violets look ill, Pansies will weep, and marygolds will wither, If Sappho droop, daisies will open never, But bid good-night, and close their lids for ever. XL. THE TEAR, SENT TO MRS. DOROTHY KENEDAY FROM STAINES. GLIDE, gentle streams, and bear Along with you my tear To that coy girl, Who smiles, yet slays Me with delays, And strings my tears as pearl. See, see! she's yonder set, Making a carcanet Of maiden flowers: There, there present This orient, And pendant pearl of ours. Then say, I've sent one more Gem to enrich her store, And that is all Which I can send, Or vainly spend; For tears no more will fall. Nor will I seek supply Of them, the spring's once dry; But I'll devise, Among the rest, A way that's best How I may save mine eyes. Yet say, should she condemn Then say, my part Must be to weep Out them, to keep A poor, yet loving heart. Say too, she would have this, To send, or save, I'm sure she'll ask no more. XLI. EPITAPH UPON A CHILD. VIRGINS promis'd, when I died, POEM XLI.] This charming morceau is in the true spirit of the Greek epigram, which consisted not so much in point, as in elegant concise expression. In this stile of composition Herrick seems to have been singularly happy. The reader will be gratified with many pieces of a similar nature, as he proceeds. Duly morn and ev'ning come, XLII. UPON MRS. ELIZABETH WHEELER, UNDER THE SWEET Amaryllis by a spring's Brought leaves and moss to cover her; The lid began to let out day: At which poor robin flew away; And seeing her not dead, but all disleav'd, XLIII. TO MYRRHA HARD-HEARTED. FOLD now thine arms, and hang the head, Like to a lily withered; Next, look thou like a sickly moon, Or like Jocasta, in a swoon; POEM XLII.] The lady complimented in this poem was probably a relation by marriage. Herrick's first cousin, Martha, the seventh daughter of his uncle Robert, married Mr. John Wheeler. Or, like a virgin full of ruth For the lost sweetheart of her youth: And all because, fair maid, thou art And of those evil days that be XLIV. THE EYE. MAKE me a heav'n, and make me there Many a less and greater sphere; Make me the straight and oblique lines, And let them through a zodiac run; Make me a sunset, and a night; And then present the morning's light |