Selected Works. George Herbert

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Carve, or discourse; do not a famine fear.

      Who carves, is kind to two; who talks, to all.

      Look on meat, think it dirt, then eat a bit;

      And say withall, Earth to earth I commit.

      Slight those who say amidst their sickly healths,

      Thou liv’st by rule. What doth not so, but man?

      Houses are built by rule, and common-wealths.

      Entice the trusty sunne, if that you can,

      From his Ecliptick line; becken the skie.

      Who lives by rule then, keeps good companie.

      Who keeps no guard upon himself, is slack,

      And rots to nothing at the next great thaw.

      Man is a shop of rules, a well-truss’d pack,

      Whose every parcell under-writes a law.

      Lose not thyself, nor give thy humours way:

      God gave them to thee under lock and key.

      By all means use sometimes to be alone.

      Salute thy self: see what thy soul doth wear.

      Dare to look in thy chest; for ’tis thine own:

      And tumble up and down what thou find’st there.

      Who cannot rest till he good fellows finde,

      He breaks up house, turns out of doores his minde.

      Be thriftie, but not covetous: therefore give

      Thy need, thine honour, and thy friend his due.

      Never was scraper brave man. Get to live;

      Then live, and use it: else, it is not true

      That thou hast gotten. Surely use alone

      Makes money not a contemptible stone.

      Never exceed thy income. Youth may make

      Ev’n with the yeare: but age, if it will hit,

      Shoots a bow short, and lessens still his stake,

      As the day lessens, and his life with it.

      Thy children, kindred, friends upon thee call;

      Before thy journey fairly part with all.

      Yet in thy thriving still misdoubt some evil;

      Lest gaining gain on thee, and make thee dimme

      To all things els. Wealth is the conjurer’s devil;

      Whom when he thinks he hath, the devil hath him.

      Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick

      Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick.

      What skills it, if a bag of stones or gold

      About thy neck do drown thee? raise thy head;

      Take starres for money; starres not to be told

      By any art, yet to be purchased.

      None is so wastefull as the scraping dame:

      She loseth three for one; her soul, rest, fame.

      By no means runne in debt; take thine own measure:

      Who cannot live on twentie pound a yeare,

      Cannot on fourtie: he’s a man of pleasure,

      A kinde of thing that’s for itself too deere.

      The curious unthrift makes his cloth too wide,

      And spares himself, but would his taylor chide.

      Spend not on hopes. They that by pleading clothes

      Do fortunes seek, when worth and service fail,

      Would have their tale beleeved fox their oathes,

      And are like empty vessels under sail.

      Old courtiers know this; therefore set out so,

      As all the day thou mayst hold out to go.

      In clothes, cheap handsomnesse doth bear the bell.

      Wisdome’s a trimmer thing, than shop e’re gave.

      Say not then, This with that lace will do well;

      But, This with my discretion will be brave.

      Much curiousnesse is a perpetual wooing,

      Nothing with labour, folly long a doing.

      Play not for gain, but sport. Who playes for more,

      Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart:

      Perhaps his wives too, and whom she hath bore:

      Servants and churches also play their part.

      Onely a herauld, who that way doth passe,

      Findes his crackt name at length in the church-glasse.

      If yet thou love game at so deere a rate,

      Learn this, that hath old gamesters deerely cost:

      Dost lose? rise up: dost winne? rise in that state.

      Who strive to sit out losing hands, are lost.

      Game is a civil gunpowder, in peace

      Blowing up houses with their whole increase.

      In conversation boldnesse now bears sway.

      But know, that nothing can so foolish be,

      As empty boldnesse: therefore first assay

      To stuffe thy minde with solid braverie;

      Then march on gallant: get substantiall worth:

      Boldnesse guilds finely, and will set it forth.

      Be sweet to all. Is thy complexion sowre?

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