FHS3 T2 - Lovelace and Herrick

What then remains but th'only spring / Of all our loves and joys, the King? (ll. 43-44)

Lovelace, 'To Lucasta. From prison' - no other object to love

Oh, from thy glorious starry wain, / Dispense on me one sacred beam, / To light me where I soon may see / How to serve you, and you trust me (ll. 53-56)

Lovelace, 'To Lucasta. From Prison'. Charles as star

I could not love thee, dear, so much, / Loved I not honour more (ll. 11-12)

Lovelace, 'To Lucasta. Going to the Wars'. - love and honour.

the nunnery / Of thy chaste breast (ll. 2-3)

Lovelace, 'to Lucasta. Going to the wars'. love and religion.

with a stronger faith embrace / A sword, a horse, a shield. (ll. 7-8)

Lovelace, 'to Lucasta. Going to the wars'. War and religion

Do not then wind up that light / In ribbons, and o'ercloud in night (ll. 13-14)

Lovelace, 'To Amarantha. That She Would Dishevel Her Hair'. Hair

But ah, the sickle! Golden ears are cropped; / Ceres and bacchus bid good-night (ll. 13-14)

Lovelace, the grasshopper. sickle

we will create / A genuine summer in each other's breast (l. 22)

Lovelace, grasshopper. community & seasons.

Our sacred hearths shall burn eternally / As vestal flames (ll. 25-26)

Lovelace, grasshopper. eternal.

Dropping December shall come weeping in, / Bewail th'usurping of his reign; / But when in show'rs of old Greek we begin, / Shall cry, he hath his crown again! (ll. 29-33)

Lovelace, grasshopper. seasons and king.

Care shackles you in liberty, / Mirth frees you in captivity (ll. 2-3)

Lovelace, 'The Vintage to the Dungeon'. mirth.

Grief, too, can manacle the mind (l. 7)

Lovelace, 'The Vintage to the Dungeon'. grief.

Now Whitehall's in the grave, / And our head is our slave (ll. 1-2)

Lovelace, 'A Mock-Song'. Whitehall. (Lucasta. Posthume Poems)

The town is our own, / We'll rule alone (ll. 22-23)

Lovelace, 'A Mock-Song'. freedom and rule. (Lucasta. Posthume Poems)

Who now with time thy days resolve, / And in a jelly thee dissolve / Like a short star, which doth repair / Upward, and rarefy the air (ll. 63-66)

Lovelace, 'The Snail'. Self-destruction as act of rebellion. (posthume)

such a light as you are leads the way

Herrick, dedication. Prince Charles as light.

Full is my book of glories; but all these / By you become immortall substances

Herrick, dedication. Prince Charles and immortality

Old time is still a-flying (l. 2)

Herrick, 'To the Virgins' - movement of time

I sing of times trans-shifting (l. 9)

Herrick, the argument. time and change

cleanly wantonness (l. 6)

Herrick, the argument. wildness

I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes (l. 2)

herrick, the argument. subject of the poem.

A sweet disorder in the dress / Kindles in clothes a wantonness (ll. 1-2)

Herrick, Delight in Disorder. dress.

Do more bewitch me than when art / Is too precise in every part (ll. 13-14)

Herrick, delight in disorder. art and precision

'tis sin, / Nay, profanation to keep in (ll. 11-12)

Herrick, 'Corinna's Going A-Maying'. sin

Wash, dress, be brief in praying: / Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying (ll. 27-28)

Herrick, 'Corinna's Going A-Maying'. prayer and mayday

So when or you or I are made / A fable, song, or fleeting shade, / All love, all liking, all delight / Lies drowned with us in endless night. (ll. 65-68)

Herrick, 'Corinna's Going A-Maying'. light and dark.

Our life is short; and our days run; / As fast away as does the sun (ll. 61-62)

Herrick, 'Corinna's Going A-Maying'. sun and time

Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, / And take the harmless folly of our time. (ll. 57-58)

Herrick, 'Corinna'. seize the day, celebration.

Tho' kingdoms fall, / This pillar never shall / Decline or waste at all (ll. 10-12)

Herrick, pillar of fame.

Only a little more / I have to write, / Then I'll give o'er, / And bid the world good-night (ll. 1-4)

Herrick, 'his poetry his pillar'. finality

Behold this living stone / I rear for me, / Ne'er to be thrown / Down, envious Time, by thee (ll. 17-20)

Herrick, 'his poetry his pillar'. his memorial.

Julia, if I chance to die / Ere I print my poetry [...] Better 'twere my book were dead / Than to live not perfected (ll. 1-6)

Herrick, 'his request to julia'. poetry and print.

For those my unbaptized rhymes, / Writ in my wild unhallowed times [...] Forgive me, God, and blot each line (ll. 1-5)

Herrick, 'his prayer for absolution' (noble numbers)

God is above the sphere of our esteem, / And is the best known, not defining Him (ll. 1-2)

Herrick, 'What God Is' (noble numbers)

These done, I'll only cry / "God, mercy"; and so die (ll. 15-16)

Herrick, 'To Death' (noble numbers). contradictory - crying out in the face of death.