48. SORROWS SUCCEED.
When one is past, another care we have:
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
49. CHERRY-PIT.
Julia and I did lately sit
Playing for sport at cherry-pit:
She threw; I cast; and, having thrown,
I got the pit, and she the stone.
Cherry-pit, a game in which cherry-stones were pitched into a small hole.
50. TO ROBIN REDBREAST.
Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me:
And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter,
Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister!
For epitaph, in foliage, next write this:
Here, here the tomb of Robin Herrick is.
51. DISCONTENTS IN DEVON.
More discontents I never had
Since I was born than here,
Where I have been, and still am sad,
In this dull Devonshire;
Yet, justly too, I must confess
I ne'er invented such
Ennobled numbers for the press,
Than where I loathed so much.