The Lyrical Poems Of Robert Herrick
Poems No. 151-200
MONEY MAKES THE MIRTH
When all birds else do of their music fail,
Money's the still-sweet-singing nightingale!
TEARS AND LAUGHTER
Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away,
Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.
Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.
Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.
PEACE NOT PERMANENT
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.