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letra de george herbert: the collar - v. c. clinton-baddeley

i struck the board, and cried, “no more;
i will abroad!
what? shall i ever sigh and pine?
my lines and life are free, free as the road
loose as the wind, as large as store
shall i be still in suit?
have i no harvest but a th-rn
to let me blood, and not restore
what i have lost with cordial fruit?
sure there was wine
before my sighs did dry it; there was corn
before my tears did drown it
is the year only lost to me?
have i no bays to crown it
no flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
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
of what is fit and not. forsake thy cage
thy rope of sands
which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee
good cable, to enforce and draw
and be thy law
while thou didst wink and wouldst not see
away! take heed;
i will abroad
call in thy death’s-head there; tie up thy fears;
he that forbears
to suit and serve his need
deserves his load.”
but as i raved and grew more fierce and wild
at every word
methought i heard one calling, child!
and i replied my lord

- v c clinton baddeley

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