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not loud. 601. SHIPWRECK. He who has suffered shipwreck fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale. 602. PAINS WITHOUT PROFIT. A long life's-day I've taken pains For very little, or no gains; The evening's come, here now I'll stop, And work no more, but shut up shop. 603. TO HIS BOOK. Be bold, my book, nor be abash'd, or fear The cutting thumb-nail or the brow severe; But by the Muses swear all here is good If but well read, or, ill read, understood. 604. HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON. When I a verse shall make, Know I have pray'd thee, For old religion's sake, Saint Ben, to aid me. 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, shall be Writ in my Psalter. 605. POVERTY AND RICHES. Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find Riches to be but burdens to the mind. 606. AGAIN. Who with a little cannot be content, Endures an everlasting punishment. 607. THE COVETOUS STILL CAPTIVES. Let's live with that small pittance that we have; _Who covets more, is evermore a slave_. 608. LAWS. When laws full power have to sway, we see Little or no part there of tyranny. 609. OF LOVE. I'll get me hence, Because no fence Or fort that I can make here, But love by charms, Or else by arms Will storm, or starving take here. 611. TO HIS MUSE. Go woo young Charles no more to look Than but to read this in my book: How Herrick begs, if that he can- Not like the muse, to love the man, Who by the shepherds sung, long since, The star-led birth of Charles the Prince. _Long since_, _i.e._, in the "Pastoral upon the Birth of Prince Charles" (213), where see Note. 612. THE BAD SEASON MAKES THE POET SAD. Dull to myself, and almost dead to these My many fresh and fragrant mistresses; Lost to all music now, since everything Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing. Sick is the land to the heart, and doth endure More dangerous faintings by her desp'rate cure. But if that golden age would come again, And Charles here rule, as he before did reign; If smooth and unperplexed the seasons were, As when the sweet Maria lived h
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