No More Learning

But this
Sweet is
In our mourning;
Times bad
And sad
Are a-turning:
And he
Whom we
See dejected,
Next day
We may
See erected.


994. MORE MODEST, MORE MANLY.

'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are,
That are most modest ere they come to war.


995. NOT TO COVET MUCH WHERE LITTLE IS THE CHARGE.

Why should we covet much, whenas we know
W'ave more to bear our charge than way to go?


996. ANACREONTIC VERSE.

Brisk methinks I am, and fine
When I drink my cap'ring wine:
Then to love I do incline,
When I drink my wanton wine:
And I wish all maidens mine,
When I drink my sprightly wine:
Well I sup and well I dine,
When I drink my frolic wine;
But I languish, lower, and pine,
When I want my fragrant wine.


998. PATIENCE IN PRINCES.

_Kings must not use the axe for each offence:
Princes cure some faults by their patience. _


999. FEAR GETS FORCE.

_Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed:
The coward then takes arms and does the deed. _


1000. PARCEL-GILT POETRY.

Let's strive to be the best; the gods, we know it,
Pillars and men, hate an indifferent poet.


1001. UPON LOVE, BY WAY OF QUESTION AND ANSWER.

I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
_Ans. _ Like and dislike ye.
I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
_Ans. _ Stroke ye to strike ye.
I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
_Ans. _ Love will befool ye.
I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
Ans. Heat ye to cool ye.
I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
_Ans. _ Love gifts will send ye.
I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
_Ans. _ Stock ye to spend ye.
I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
_Ans. _ Love will fulfil ye.
I bring ye love: _Quest. _ What will love do?
_Ans. _ Kiss ye to kill ye.


1002. TO THE LORD HOPTON, ON HIS FIGHT IN CORNWALL.

Go on, brave Hopton, to effectuate that
Which we, and times to come, shall wonder at.
Lift up thy sword; next, suffer it to fall,
And by that one blow set an end to all.


1003. HIS GRANGE.

How well contented in this private grange
Spend I my life, that's subject unto change:
Under whose roof with moss-work wrought, there I
Kiss my brown wife and black posterity.

_Grange_, a farmstead.


1004. LEPROSY IN HOUSES.

When to a house I come, and see
The Genius wasteful, more than free:
The servants thumbless, yet to eat
With lawless tooth the flour of wheat:
The sons to suck the milk of kine,
More than the teats of discipline:
The daughters wild and loose in dress,
Their cheeks unstained with shamefac'dness:
The husband drunk, the wife to be
A bawd to incivility;
I must confess, I there descry,
A house spread through with leprosy.

_Thumbless_, lazy: cp. painful thumb, _supra_.


1005. GOOD MANNERS AT MEAT.

This rule of manners I will teach my guests:
To come with their own bellies unto feasts;
Not to eat equal portions, but to rise
Farced with the food that may themselves suffice.

_Farced_, stuffed.


1006. ANTHEA'S RETRACTATION.

Anthea laugh'd, and fearing lest excess
Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness,
She with a dainty blush rebuk'd her face,
And call'd each line back to his rule and space.


1007. COMFORTS IN CROSSES.

Be not dismayed though crosses cast thee down;
Thy fall is but the rising to a crown.


1008. SEEK AND FIND.

_Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard but search will find it out. _


1009. REST.

On with thy work, though thou be'st hardly press'd:
_Labour is held up by the hope of rest_.


1010. LEPROSY IN CLOTHES.

When flowing garments I behold
Inspir'd with purple, pearl and gold,
I think no other, but I see
In them a glorious leprosy
That does infect and make the rent
More mortal in the vestiment.
_As flowery vestures do descry
The wearer's rich immodesty:
So plain and simple clothes do show
Where virtue walks, not those that flow. _


1012. GREAT MALADIES, LONG MEDICINES.

_To an old sore a long cure must go on:
Great faults require great satisfaction. _


1013. HIS ANSWER TO A FRIEND.

You ask me what I do, and how I live?
And, noble friend, this answer I must give:
Drooping, I draw on to the vaults of death,
O'er which you'll walk, when I am laid beneath.


1014. THE BEGGAR.

Shall I a daily beggar be,
For love's sake asking alms of thee?
Still shall I crave, and never get
A hope of my desired bit?
Ah, cruel maids! I'll go my way,
Whereas, perchance, my fortunes may
Find out a threshold or a door
That may far sooner speed the poor:
Where thrice we knock, and none will hear,
Cold comfort still I'm sure lives there.


1015. BASTARDS.

Our bastard children are but like to plate
Made by the coiners--illegitimate.


1016. HIS CHANGE.

My many cares and much distress
Has made me like a wilderness;
Or, discompos'd, I'm like a rude
And all confused multitude:
Out of my comely manners worn,
And, as in means, in mind all torn.


1017. THE VISION.

Methought I saw, as I did dream in bed,
A crawling vine about Anacreon's head.
Flushed was his face; his hairs with oil did shine;
And, as he spake, his mouth ran o'er with wine.
Tippled he was, and tippling lisped withal;
And lisping reeled, and reeling like to fall.
A young enchantress close by him did stand,
Tapping his plump thighs with a myrtle wand:
She smil'd; he kiss'd; and kissing, cull'd her too,
And being cup-shot, more he could not do.
For which, methought, in pretty anger she
Snatched off his crown, and gave the wreath to me;
Since when, methinks, my brains about do swim,
And I am wild and wanton like to him.

_Cull'd_, embraced.
_Cup-shot_, drunk.


1018. A VOW TO VENUS.

Happily I had a sight
Of my dearest dear last night;
Make her this day smile on me,
And I'll roses give to thee.


1019. ON HIS BOOK.

The bound, almost, now of my book I see,
But yet no end of these therein, or me:
Here we begin new life, while thousands quite
Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night.


1020. A SONNET OF PERILLA.

Then did I live when I did see
Perilla smile on none but me.
But, ah! by stars malignant crossed,
The life I got I quickly lost;
But yet a way there doth remain
For me embalm'd to live again,
And that's to love me; in which state
I'll live as one regenerate.


1021. BAD MAY BE BETTER.

Man may at first transgress, but next do well:
_Vice doth in some but lodge a while, not dwell_.


1022. POSTING TO PRINTING.

Let others to the printing press run fast;
Since after death comes glory, I'll not haste.


1023. RAPINE BRINGS RUIN.

What's got by justice is established sure:
_No kingdoms got by rapine long endure_.


1024. COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE.

What needs complaints,
When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?
In endless mirth,
She thinks not on
What's said or done
In earth.
She sees no tears,
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
She hears:
Nor does she mind,
Or think on't now,
That ever thou
Wast kind;
But chang'd above,
She likes not there.
As she did here,
Thy love.
Forbear, therefore,
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
No more.


1026. SAINT DISTAFF'S DAY, OR THE MORROW AFTER TWELFTH DAY.

Partly work and partly play
Ye must on S. Distaff's day:
From the plough soon free your team,
Then come home and fodder them.
If the maids a-spinning go,
Burn the flax and fire the tow;
Scorch their plackets, but beware
That ye singe no maidenhair.
Bring in pails of water, then,
Let the maids bewash the men.
Give S. Distaff all the right,
Then bid Christmas sport good-night;
And next morrow everyone
To his own vocation.

_Plackets_, petticoats.


1027. SUFFERANCE.

In the hope of ease to come,
Let's endure one martyrdom.


1028. HIS TEARS TO THAMESIS.

I send, I send here my supremest kiss
To thee, my silver-footed Thamesis.
No more shall I reiterate thy Strand,
Whereon so many stately structures stand:
Nor in the summer's sweeter evenings go
To bathe in thee, as thousand others do;
No more shall I along thy crystal glide
In barge with boughs and rushes beautifi'd,
With soft-smooth virgins for our chaste disport,
To Richmond, Kingston, and to Hampton Court.
Never again shall I with finny oar
Put from, or draw unto the faithful shore:
And landing here, or safely landing there,
Make way to my beloved Westminster,
Or to the golden Cheapside, where the earth
Of Julia Herrick gave to me my birth.
May all clean nymphs and curious water-dames
With swan-like state float up and down thy streams:
No drought upon thy wanton waters fall
To make them lean and languishing at all.
No ruffling winds come hither to disease
Thy pure and silver-wristed Naiades.
Keep up your state, ye streams; and as ye spring,
Never make sick your banks by surfeiting.
Grow young with tides, and though I see ye never,
Receive this vow, so fare ye well for ever.

_Reiterate_, retread.


1029. PARDONS.

Those ends in war the best contentment bring,
_Whose peace is made up with a pardoning_.


1030. PEACE NOT PERMANENT.

_Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home. _


1031. TRUTH AND ERROR.

_'Twixt truth and error there's this difference known;
Error is fruitful, truth is only one. _


1032. THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE.

_Things are uncertain, and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set. _


1033. STUDIES TO BE SUPPORTED.

_Studies themselves will languish and decay,
When either price or praise is ta'en away. _


1034. WIT PUNISHED, PROSPERS MOST.

Dread not the shackles: on with thine intent;
_Good wits get more fame by their punishment_.


1035. TWELFTH NIGHT: OR, KING AND QUEEN.

Now, now the mirth comes
With the cake full of plums,
Where bean's the king of the sport here;
Beside we must know,
The pea also
Must revel, as queen, in the court here.

Begin then to choose,
This night as ye use,
Who shall for the present delight here,
Be a king by the lot,
And who shall not
Be Twelfth-day queen for the night here.

Which known, let us make
Joy-sops with the cake;
And let not a man then be seen here,
Who unurg'd will not drink
To the base from the brink
A health to the king and the queen here.

Next crown the bowl full
With gentle lamb's wool:
Add sugar, nutmeg, and ginger,
With store of ale too;
And thus ye must do
To make the wassail a swinger.

Give then to the king
And queen wassailing:
And though with ale ye be whet here,
Yet part ye from hence,
As free from offence
As when ye innocent met here.


1036. HIS DESIRE.

Give me a man that is not dull
When all the world with rifts is full;
But unamaz'd dares clearly sing,
Whenas the roof's a-tottering:
And, though it falls, continues still
Tickling the cittern with his quill.

_Cittern_, a kind of lute; _quill_, the plectrum for striking it.


1037. CAUTION IN COUNSEL.

Know when to speak; for many times it brings
Danger to give the best advice to kings.


1038. MODERATION.

Let moderation on thy passions wait;
Who loves too much, too much the lov'd will hate.


1039. ADVICE THE BEST ACTOR.
_Still take advice; though counsels, when they fly
At random, sometimes hit most happily. _


1040. CONFORMITY IS COMELY.

_Conformity gives comeliness to things:
And equal shares exclude all murmurings. _


1041. LAWS.

Who violates the customs, hurts the health,
Not of one man, but all the commonwealth.


1042. THE MEAN.

'Tis much among the filthy to be clean;
_Our heat of youth can hardly keep the mean_.


1043. LIKE LOVES HIS LIKE.

Like will to like, each creature loves his kind;
Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.


1044. HIS HOPE OR SHEET ANCHOR.

Among these tempests great and manifold
My ship has here one only anchor-hold;
That is my hope, which if that slip, I'm one
Wildered in this vast wat'ry region.


1045. COMFORT IN CALAMITY.

'Tis no discomfort in the world to fall,
When the great crack not crushes one, but all.


1046. TWILIGHT.

The twilight is no other thing, we say,
Than night now gone, and yet not sprung the day.


1047. FALSE MOURNING.

He who wears blacks, and mourns not for the dead,
Does but deride the party buried.

_Blacks_, mourning garments.


1048. THE WILL MAKES THE WORK; OR, CONSENT MAKES THE CURE.

No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill
Is half way cured if the party will.


1049. DIET.

If wholesome diet can recure a man,
What need of physic or physician?


1050. SMART.

Stripes, justly given, yerk us with their fall;
But causeless whipping smarts the most of all.


1051. THE TINKER'S SONG.

Along, come along,
Let's meet in a throng
Here of tinkers;
And quaff up a bowl
As big as a cowl
To beer drinkers.
The pole of the hop
Place in the aleshop
To bethwack us,
If ever we think
So much as to drink
Unto Bacchus.
Who frolic will be
For little cost, he
Must not vary
From beer-broth at all,
So much as to call
For Canary.


1052. HIS COMFORT.

The only comfort of my life
Is, that I never yet had wife;
Nor will hereafter; since I know
Who weds, o'er-buys his weal with woe


1053. SINCERITY.

Wash clean the vessel, lest ye sour
Whatever liquor in ye pour.


1054. TO ANTHEA.

Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring,
The primrose sick, and sickly everything;
The while my dear Anthea does but droop,
The tulips, lilies, daffodils do stoop:
But when again she's got her healthful hour,
Each bending then will rise a proper flower.


1055. NOR BUYING OR SELLING.

Now, if you love me, tell me,
For as I will not sell ye,
So not one cross to buy thee
I'll give, if thou deny me.

_Cross_, a coin.


1056. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, M. JO. 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-boiled 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.

_Worts_, cabbages.
_Drop his beads_, _i. e. _, pray.


1057. THE MORE MIGHTY, THE MORE MERCIFUL.

_Who may do most, does least: the bravest will
Show mercy there, where they have power to kill. _


1058. AFTER AUTUMN, WINTER.

Die ere long, I'm sure, I shall;
After leaves, the tree must fall.


1059. A GOOD DEATH.

For truth I may this sentence tell,
_No man dies ill, that liveth well_.


1060. RECOMPENSE.

Who plants an olive, but to eat the oil?
_Reward, we know, is the chief end of toil_.


1061. ON FORTUNE.

This is my comfort when she's most unkind:
She can but spoil me of my means, not mind.


1062. TO SIR GEORGE PARRY, DOCTOR OF THE CIVIL LAW.

I have my laurel chaplet on my head
If, 'mongst these many numbers to be read,
But one by you be hugg'd and cherished.

Peruse my measures thoroughly, and where
Your judgment finds a guilty poem, there
Be you a judge; but not a judge severe.

The mean pass by, or over, none contemn;
The good applaud; the peccant less condemn,
Since absolution you can give to them.

Stand forth, brave man, here to the public sight;
And in my book now claim a twofold right:
The first as doctor, and the last as knight.


1063. CHARMS.

This I'll tell ye by the way:
Maidens, when ye leavens lay,
Cross your dough, and your dispatch
Will be better for your batch.


1064. ANOTHER.

In the morning when ye rise,
Wash your hands and cleanse your eyes.
Next be sure ye have a care
To disperse the water far;
For as far as that doth light,
So far keeps the evil sprite.


1065. ANOTHER.

If ye fear to be affrighted
When ye are by chance benighted,
In your pocket for a trust
Carry nothing but a crust:
For that holy piece of bread
Charms the danger and the dread.


1067. GENTLENESS.

_That prince must govern with a gentle hand
Who will have love comply with his command. _


1068. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND MISTRESS ELIZA WHEELER, UNDER THE
NAME OF AMARYLLIS.

_Her. _ My dearest love, since thou wilt go,
And leave me here behind thee,
For love or pity let me know
The place where I may find thee.

_Ama. _ In country meadows pearl'd with dew,
And set about with lilies,
There, filling maunds with cowslips, you
May find your Amaryllis.

_Her. _ What have the meads to do with thee,
Or with thy youthful hours?
Live thou at Court, where thou mayst be
The queen of men, not flowers.

Let country wenches make 'em fine
With posies, since 'tis fitter
For thee with richest gems to shine,
And like the stars to glitter.

_Ama. _ You set too high a rate upon
A shepherdess so homely.
_Her. _ Believe it, dearest, there's not one
I' th' Court that's half so comely.

I prithee stay. _Ama. _ I must away;
Let's kiss first, then we'll sever.
_Ambo. _ And though we bid adieu to-day,
We shall not part for ever.

_Maunds_, baskets.


1069. TO JULIA.

Help me, Julia, for to pray,
Matins sing, or matins say:
This, I know, the fiend will fly
Far away, if thou be'st by.
Bring the holy water hither,
Let us wash and pray together;
When our beads are thus united,
Then the foe will fly affrighted.

_Beads_, prayers.


1070. TO ROSES IN JULIA'S BOSOM.

Roses, you can never die,
Since the place wherein ye lie,
Heat and moisture mix'd are so
As to make ye ever grow.


1071. TO THE HONOURED MASTER ENDYMION PORTER.

When to thy porch I come and ravish'd see
The state of poets there attending thee,
Those bards and I, all in a chorus sing:
We are thy prophets, Porter, thou our king.


1072. SPEAK IN SEASON.

When times are troubled, then forbear; but speak
When a clear day out of a cloud does break.


1073. OBEDIENCE.

The power of princes rests in the consent
Of only those who are obedient:
Which if away, proud sceptres then will lie
Low, and of thrones the ancient majesty.


1074. ANOTHER OF THE SAME.

_No man so well a kingdom rules as he
Who hath himself obeyed the sovereignty. _


1075. OF LOVE.

1. Instruct me now what love will do.
2. 'Twill make a tongueless man to woo.
1. Inform me next, what love will do.
2. 'Twill strangely make a one of two.
1. Teach me besides, what love will do.
2. 'Twill quickly mar, and make ye too.
1. Tell me now last, what love will do.
2. 'Twill hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.


1076. UPON TRAP.

Trap of a player turn'd a priest now is:
Behold a sudden metamorphosis.
If tithe-pigs fail, then will he shift the scene,
And from a priest turn player once again.


1080. THE SCHOOL OR PEARL OF PUTNEY, THE MISTRESS OF ALL SINGULAR
MANNERS, MISTRESS PORTMAN.

Whether I was myself, or else did see
Out of myself that glorious hierarchy;
Or whether those, in orders rare, or these
Made up one state of sixty Venuses;
Or whether fairies, syrens, nymphs they were,
Or muses on their mountain sitting there;
Or some enchanted place, I do not know,
Or Sharon, where eternal roses grow.
This I am sure: I ravished stood, as one
Confus'd in utter admiration.
Methought I saw them stir, and gently move,
And look as all were capable of love;
And in their motion smelt much like to flowers
Inspir'd by th' sunbeams after dews and showers.
There did I see the reverend rectress stand,
Who with her eye's gleam, or a glance of hand,
Those spirits raised; and with like precepts then,
As with a magic, laid them all again.
_A happy realm! When no compulsive law,
Or fear of it, but love keeps all in awe. _
Live you, great mistress of your arts, and be
A nursing mother so to majesty,
As those your ladies may in time be seen,
For grace and carriage, everyone a queen.
One birth their parents gave them; but their new,
And better being, they receive from you.
_Man's former birth is graceless; but the state
Of life comes in, when he's regenerate. _


1081. TO PERENNA.

Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be,
I'll whet my lips, and sharpen love on thee.


1082. ON HIMSELF.

Let me not live if I not love:
Since I as yet did never prove
Where pleasures met, at last do find
All pleasures meet in womankind.


1083. ON LOVE.

That love 'twixt men does ever longest last
Where war and peace the dice by turns do cast.


1084. ANOTHER ON LOVE.

Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.


1086. UPON CHUB.

When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries,
"Aha, my boys! here's meat for Christmas pies! "
Soon after he for beer so scores his wheat,
That at the tide he has not bread to eat.


1087. PLEASURES PERNICIOUS.

Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there
Is sober virtue seen to move her sphere.


1088. ON HIMSELF.

A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here
Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year;
Long I have lasted in this world, 'tis true,
But yet those years that I have lived, but few.
Who by his grey hairs doth his lusters tell,
Lives not those years, but he that lives them well.
One man has reach'd his sixty years, but he
Of all those threescore, has not liv'd half three.
_He lives, who lives to virtue; men who cast
Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last. _

_Luster_, five years.


1089. TO M. LAURENCE SWETNAHAM.

Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be
A fault, 'tis hid if it be voic'd by thee.