There are kings and kings. Oliver finds no offence in kings—it's in a king.
Mrs. Cromwell:
Well, it's all very dangerous, and I'm too old for it. Not but what Oliver's brain is better than mine. But we have to sit still and watch. However
(reading)—
Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand
That sows my land:
All this, and better, dost thou send
Me for this end:
That I should render for my part
A thankful heart,
Which, fired with incense, I resign
As wholly Thine:
But the acceptance—that must be,
O Lord, by Thee.
Mr. Herrick has chosen a nice name for his book. Hesperides. He has taste as well as understanding.