Though clock, <br />To tell how night draws hence, I've none, <br />A cock <br />I have to sing how day draws on: <br />I have <br />A maid, my Prue, by good luck sent, <br />To save <br />That little, Fates me gave or lent. <br />A hen <br />I keep, which, creeking day by day, <br />Tells when <br />She goes her long white egg to lay: <br />A goose <br />I have, which, with a jealous ear, <br />Lets loose <br />Her tongue, to tell what danger's near. <br />A lamb <br />I keep, tame, with my morsels fed, <br />Whose dam <br />An orphan left him, lately dead: <br />A cat <br />I keep, that plays about my house, <br />Grown fat <br />With eating many a miching mouse: <br />To these <br />A Trasy I do keep, whereby <br />I please <br />The more my rural privacy: <br />Which are <br />But toys, to give my heart some ease:-- <br />Where care <br />None is, slight things do lightly please.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-grange-or-private-wealth/
