Look how next the holy fire * IO * HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON WHEN I a verse shall make, Make the way smooth for me, When, I, thy Herrick, Honouring thee on my knee Offer my Lyric. Candles I'll give to thee, And a new altar; And thou, Saint Ben, shalt be * II * HIS REQUEST TO JULIA JULIA, if I chance to die Better 'twere my book were dead, Go thou forth, my book, though late, Yet be timely fortunate. It may chance good luck may send That may harbour thee, when I If thou know'st not where to dwell, O Time, that cut'st down all, Memorial Of any men that were; --How many lie forgot And piece-meal rot Behold this living stone Ne'er to be thrown Down, envious Time, by thee. Pillars let some set up If so they please; 14* TO HIS BOOK IF hap it must, that I must see thee lie Absyrtus-like, all torn confusedly; With solemn tears, and with much grief of heart, I'll recollect thee, weeping, part by part; And having wash'd thee, close thee in a chest With spice; that done, I'li leave thee to thy rest. *15* UPON HIMSELF sh. Sonnet #55 THOU shalt not all die; for while Love's fire shines And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's To his book's end this last line he'd have placed :- * 16 * THE COUNTRY LIFE: TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF SWEET Country life, to such unknown, Nor to the Eastern Ind dost rove To bring from thence the scorchéd clove : Flies no thought higher than a fleece : Is the wise master's feet, and hands. Here thou behold'st thy large sleek neat And, as thou look'st, the wanton steer, To make a pleasing pastime there. |