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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Collar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I struck the board, and cried, "No more!<br>I will abroad.<br>What! shall I ever sigh and pine?<br>My lines and life are free; free as the road,<br>Loose as the wind, as large as store.<br>Shall I be still in suit?<br>Have I no harvest but a thorn<br>To let me blood, and not restore<br>What I have lost with cordial fruit?<br>Sure there was wine<br>Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn<br>Before my tears did drown it.<br>Is the year only lost to me?<br>Have I no bays to crown it?<br>No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?<br>All wasted?<br>Not so, my heart; but there is fruit,<br>And thou hast hands.<br>Recover all thy sigh-blown age<br>On double pleasures; leave thy cold dispute<br>Of what is fit and not; forsake thy cage,<br>Thy rope of sands,<br>Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee<br>Good cable, to enforce and draw,<br>And be thy law,<br>While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.<br>Away! take heed;<br>I will abroad.<br>Call in thy death's-head there; tie up thy fears;<br>He that forbears<br>To suit and serve his need<br>Deserves his load."<br>But as I rav'd, and grew more fierce and wild<br>At every word,<br>Me thoughts I heard one calling, "Child";<br>And I replied, "My Lord."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Herbert">George Herbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396349" data-title="The Collar de George Herbert" data-description="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 thorn To let me bl..."></div> </div> </div>
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