72 
August 
Then to the maids with wheaten hats ; 
To the rough sickle and the crooked scythe, 
Drink, frolic, boy, till all be blythe ! 
Feed and grow fat, and, as ye eat, 
Be mindful that the lab’ring neat, 
As you, may have their full of meat; 
And know, besides, ye must revoke 
The patient ox unto the yoke, 
And all go back unto the plough 
And harrow, though they're hang’d up now ; 
And, you must know, your lord's word's true,— 
Feed him ye must, whose food fills you ; 
And that this pleasure is like rain, 
Not sent ye for to drown your pain, 
But for to make it spring again. 
Herrick. 
