Who with a little cannot be content,
Endures an everlasting punishment.
607. THE COVETOUS STILL CAPTIVES.
Let's live with that small pittance that we have;
Who covets more, is evermore a slave.
608. LAWS.
When laws full power have to sway, we see
Little or no part there of tyranny.
609. OF LOVE.
I'll get me hence,
Because no fence
Or fort that I can make here,
But love by charms,
Or else by arms
Will storm, or starving take here.
611. TO HIS MUSE.
Go woo young Charles no more to look
Than but to read this in my book:
How Herrick begs, if that he can-
Not like the muse, to love the man,
Who by the shepherds sung, long since,
The star-led birth of Charles the Prince.