ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS
tfrffst Thnn that Cloud?
SKK'KT thou that cloud as silver clenr,
Plump, soft*, and swelling everywhere ?
Tis Julia's bed, uud she sJeeps there,
Robert Her rick
(*onirfnt in flic (Jotnitry
HniiR, her*' 1 live with what my hoard
Can with Hi*1 smallest cost afford ;
Thtnigh ne'er M* mean the viands be,
They will content my Pnie and me.
Or pea, en* bean, or wort, or href,
Whatever comes, content mukes sweet.
Here we rejoice because no rent
\V(* pay for our poor tenement,
Wherein we rest, and never fear
The landlord or the usurer.
The <juarfer-duy does ueVr affright
Our peaceful slumbers in the night.
We eat our own, and batten more,
Because we feed on no man's score ;
But pity those whose lianks gr»w great
Swelled with the lard of others5 meat,
We bless our for! lines when we see
Our own beloved privacy ;
And like our living where we're* known
To very few, or eke to none,
Robert Ucrrick
Five Threes
A LITTLE saint best fits a little shrine,
£\ A little prop best fits a lif.tle vine ;
As my small cruse best fits my little wine,
A little seed best fits a little soil,
A little track best fits s little toil ;
As roy small Jar best its my little oIL
A little bin best fits a little bread,
A little garland fits a little head ;
As my small stuff best fits my little shed.
A little hearth best fits a little fire,
v,A little chapel fits a little choir;
As my small bell best fits my little spire.
A little stream best fits a little boat*
A little lead best its a little float;
As my small pipe best fits nay little note.
Robert Merrick