IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 233 



A servant with this clause 



Makes drudgery divine : 

 Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, 



Makes that and the action fine. 



This is the famous stone 



That turneth all to gold : 

 For that which God doth touch and own 



Cannot for less be told. 



The Collar 



I STRUCK the board, and cried, no more ; 



I will abroad. 

 What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ? 

 My lines and life are free ; free as the road, 

 Loose as the wind, as large as store. 



Shall I be still in suit ? 

 Have I no harvest but a thorn 

 To let me blood, and not restore 

 What I have lost with cordial fruit ? 



Sure there was wine. 

 Before my sighs did try it : there was corn, 

 Before my tears did drown it. 

 Is the year only lost to me ? 

 Have I no bays to crown it ? 

 No flowers, no garlands gay ? all blasted ? 



All wasted \ 



