Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

His Grange, or Private Wealth

Though clock,
To tell how night draws hence, I've none,
A cock
I have to sing how day draws on:
I have
A maid, my Prue, by good luck sent,
To save
That little, Fates me gave or lent.
A hen
I keep, which, creeking day by day,
Tells when
She goes her long white egg to lay:
A goose
I have, which, with a jealous ear,
Lets loose
Her tongue, to tell what danger's near.
A lamb
I keep, tame, with my morsels fed,
Whose dam
An orphan left him, lately dead:
A cat
I keep, that plays about my house,
Grown fat
With eating many a miching mouse:
To these
A Trasy I do keep, whereby
I please
The more my rural privacy:
Which are
But toys, to give my heart some ease:—
Where care
None is, slight things do lightly please.

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

  1. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
  2. The Definition of Beauty
  3. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day
  4. The Hock-Cart, or Harvest Home: to the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmorland
  5. The Cheat of Cupid; or, the Ungentle Guest




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