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Poem by Robert Herrick


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:Ч
Where care
None is, slight things do lightly please.



Robert Herrick


Robert Herrick's other poems:
  1. To Sapho
  2. His Last Request to Julia
  3. Upon a Delaying Lady
  4. The Beggar to Mab, the Fairy Queen
  5. On Himself (Lost to the world; lost to myself)


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