"The Collar" by George Herbert(1593-1633)

I STRUCK the board, and cry?d, No more ; I will abroad. What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ? My lines and bread and butter are innocent ; free as the rode, Loose as the winde, as large as store. Shall I be facilitate in suit ? Have I no harvest time but a thorn To let me bloud, and non restore What I beat lost with cordiall fruit ? Sure in that observe was wine, Before my sighs did drie it : in that respect was corn Before my bust did drown it. Is the yeare iodinly lost to me ? Have I no articulate to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay ? all make noise ? All worn ? Not so, my heart : but in that respect is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On rank plea confident(predicate)s : leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit, and not forsake thy cage, Thy cockroach of sands, Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, objet dart thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away ; take circumspecti on : I will abroad. Call in thy deaths head there : tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load. save as I rav?

d and grew more fierce and wilde, At every word, Methought I heard one calling, Childe : And I suffice?d, My Lord. The Collar Perhaps the best treatment of the subject of unanimity to the Divine Will is to be found in The Collar, which is sure as shooting among the most celebrated of Herberts lyrics. Once again, the hold closely mirrors the argument. The rime opens with an account of an exasperated outburst of sedition by the poet: I struck the board, and cryd, If you want to get a full essay, co llection it on our website: OrderEssay.net

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