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Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C.  1921.
George Herbert
92. The Collar
    I STRUCK the board, and cry'd, No more. 
                        I will abroad. 
    What? shall I ever sigh and pine? 
My lines and life are free; free as the rode, 
    Loose as the winde, as large as store.         5
          Shall I be still in suit? 
    Have I no harvest but a thorn 
    To let me bloud, and not restore 
What I have lost with cordiall fruit? 
                        Sure there was wine  10
      Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn 
          Before my tears did drown it. 
    Is the yeare onely lost to me? 
          Have I no bayes to crown it? 
No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?  15
                        All wasted? 
    Not so, my heart: but there is fruit, 
                        And thou hast hands. 
          Recover all thy sigh-blown age 
On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute  20
Of what is fit, and not; forsake thy cage, 
                        Thy rope of sands, 
Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee 
    Good cable, to enforce and draw, 
                        And be thy law,  25
    While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. 
                        Away; take heed: 
                        I will abroad. 
Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears. 
                        He that forbears  30
          To suit and serve his need, 
                        Deserves his load. 
But as I rav'd and grew more fierce and wilde 
                        At every word, 
    Me thoughts I heard one calling, Childe:  35
              And I reply'd, My Lord. 

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