The Collar

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1. I struck the board, and cry'd, No more;
2. I will abroad.
3. What? shall I ever sigh and pine?
4. My lines and life are free; free as the rode,
5. Loose as the winde, as large as store.
6. Shall I be still in suit?
7. Have I no harvest but a thorn
8. To let me bloud, and not restore
9. What I have lost with cordiall fruit?
10. Sure there was wine
11. Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn
12. Before my tears did drown it.
13. Is the yeare onely lost to me?
14. Have I no bayes to crown it?
15. No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
16. All wasted?
17. Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,
18. And thou hast hands.
19. Recover all thy sigh-blown age
20. On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute
21. Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage,
22. Thy rope of sands,
23. Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee
24. Good cable, to enforce and draw,
25. And be thy law,
26. While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
27. Away; take heed,
28. I will abroad.
29. Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears.
30. He that forbears
31. To suit and serve his need,
32. Deserves his load.
33. But as I rav'd and grew more fierce and wilde
34. At every word,
35. Me thoughts I heard one calling, Childe:
36. And I reply'd, My Lord.