English poem
The Plaudite, Or End Of Life
If after rude and boisterous seas My wearied pinnace here finds ease; If so it be I've gain'd the shore, With safety of a faithful oar; If having run my barque on ground, Ye see the aged vessel crown'd; What's to be done? but on the sands Ye dance and sing, and now clap hands. —The first act's doubtful, but (we say) It is the last commends the Play.
More by Robert Herrick
- The Parting Verse Or Charge To His Supposed Wife When He Travelled.
- The Parting Verse, The Feast There Ended.
- The Perfume.
- The Pillar Of Fame.
- The Plunder.
- The Poet Hath Lost His Pipe.
- The Poet Loves A Mistress, But Not To Marry.
- The Poet's Good Wishes For The Most Hopeful And Handsome Prince, The Duke Of York.