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Till I shall come again let this suffice	A
I send my salt my sacrifice	A
To thee thy lady younglings and as far	B
As to thy Genius and thy Lar	B
To the worn threshold porch hall parlour kitchen	C
The fat fed smoking temple which in	D
The wholesome savour of thy mighty chines	A
Invites to supper him who dines	A
Where laden spits warp'd with large ribs of beef	E
Not represent but give relief	E
To the lank stranger and the sour swain	F
Where both may feed and come again	G
For no black bearded Vigil from thy door	H
Beats with a button'd staff the poor	I
But from thy warm love hatching gates each may	J
Take friendly morsels and there stay	J
To sun his thin clad members if he likes	A
For thou no porter keep'st who strikes	A
No comer to thy roof his guest rite wants	A
Or staying there is scourged with taunts	A
Of some rough groom who yirk'd with corns says 'Sir	I
'You've dipp'd too long i' th' vinegar	I
'And with our broth and bread and bits Sir friend	K
'You've fared well pray make an end	K
'Two days you've larded here a third ye know	L
'Makes guests and fish smell strong pray go	L
'You to some other chimney and there take	M
'Essay of other giblets make	M
'Merry at another's hearth you're here	I
'Welcome as thunder to our beer	I
'Manners knows distance and a man unrude	K
'Would soon recoil and not intrude	K
'His stomach to a second meal ' No no	L
Thy house well fed and taught can show	L
No such crabb'd vizard Thou hast learnt thy train	F
With heart and hand to entertain	F
And by the arms full with a breast unhid	K
As the old race of mankind did	K
When either's heart and either's hand did strive	N
To be the nearer relative	O
Thou dost redeem those times and what was lost	K
Of ancient honesty may boast	K
It keeps a growth in thee and so will run	C
A course in thy fame's pledge thy son	C
Thus like a Roman Tribune thou thy gate	K
Early sets ope to feast and late	K
Keeping no currish waiter to affright	K
With blasting eye the appetite	K
Which fain would waste upon thy cates but that	K
The trencher creature marketh what	K
Best and more suppling piece he cuts and by	P
Some private pinch tells dangers nigh	P
A hand too desp'rate or a knife that bites	A
Skin deep into the pork or lights	A
Upon some part of kid as if mistook	Q
When checked by the butler's look	Q
No no thy bread thy wine thy jocund beer	I
Is not reserved for Trebius here	I
But all who at thy table seated are	I
Find equal freedom equal fare	I
And thou like to that hospitable god	K
Jove joy'st when guests make their abode	K
To eat thy bullocks thighs thy veals thy fat	K
Wethers and never grudged at	K
The pheasant partridge gotwit reeve ruff rail	R
The cock the curlew and the quail	R
These and thy choicest viands do extend	K
Their tastes unto the lower end	K
Of thy glad table not a dish more known	S
To thee than unto any one	C
But as thy meat so thy immortal wine	T
Makes the smirk face of each to shine	T
And spring fresh rose buds while the salt the wit	K
Flows from the wine and graces it	K
While Reverence waiting at the bashful board	K
Honours my lady and my lord	K
No scurril jest no open scene is laid	K
Here for to make the face afraid	K
But temp'rate mirth dealt forth and so discreet	K
Ly that it makes the meat more sweet	K
And adds perfumes unto the wine which thou	U
Dost rather pour forth than allow	U
By cruse and measure thus devoting wine	T
As the Canary isles were thine	T
But with that wisdom and that method as	A
No one that's there his guilty glass	A
Drinks of distemper or has cause to cry	P
Repentance to his liberty	K
No thou know'st orders ethics and hast read	K
All oeconomics know'st to lead	K
A house dance neatly and canst truly show	L
How far a figure ought to go	L
Forward or backward side ward and what pace	A
Can give and what retract a grace	A
What gesture courtship comeliness agrees	A
With those thy primitive decrees	A
To give subsistence to thy house and proof	V
What Genii support thy roof	V
Goodness and greatness not the oaken piles	A
For these and marbles have their whiles	A
To last but not their ever virtue's hand	K
It is which builds 'gainst fate to stand	K
Such is thy house whose firm foundations trust	K
Is more in thee than in her dust	K
Or depth these last may yield and yearly shrink	W
When what is strongly built no chink	W
Or yawning rupture can the same devour	I
But fix'd it stands by her own power	I
And well laid bottom on the iron and rock	X
Which tries and counter stands the shock	X
And ram of time and by vexation grows	A
The stronger Virtue dies when foes	A
Are wanting to her exercise but great	K
And large she spreads by dust and sweat	K
Safe stand thy walls and thee and so both will	Y
Since neither's height was raised by th'ill	Y
Of others since no stud no stone no piece	A
Was rear'd up by the poor man's fleece	A
No widow's tenement was rack'd to gild	K
Or fret thy cieling or to build	K
A sweating closet to anoint the silk	Z
Soft skin or bath e in asses' milk	Z
No orphan's pittance left him served to set	K
The pillars up of lasting jet	K
For which their cries might beat against thine ears	A
Or in the damp jet read their tears	A
No plank from hallow'd altar does appeal	A2
To yond' Star chamber or does seal	A2
A curse to thee or thine but all things even	D
Make for thy peace and pace to heaven	C
Go on directly so as just men may	J
A thousand times more swear than say	J
This is that princely Pemberton who can	B2
Teach men to keep a God in man	B2
And when wise poets shall search out to see	K
Good men they find them all in thee	K

Robert Herrick

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