English poem
To His Household Gods.
Rise, household gods, and let us go; But whither I myself not know. First, let us dwell on rudest seas; Next, with severest savages; Last, let us make our best abode Where human foot as yet ne'er trod: Search worlds of ice, and rather there Dwell than in loathed Devonshire.
More by Robert Herrick
- To His Honoured Friend, Sir John Mince.
- To His Honoured Friend, Sir Thomas Heale.
- To His Honoured Kinsman, Sir Richard Stone.
- To His Honoured Kinsman, Sir William Soame. Epig.
- To His Kinsman, M. Tho. Herrick, Who Desired To Be In His Book.
- To His Kinsman, Sir Thos. Soame.
- TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK
- To His Kinswoman, Mrs. Penelope Wheeler.