651. TO SILVIA.
I am holy while I stand
Circum-crost by thy pure hand;
But when that is gone, again
I, as others, am profane.
Circum-crost, marked round with a cross.
652. TO HIS CLOSET-GODS.
When I go hence, ye Closet-Gods, I fear
Never again to have ingression here
Where I have had whatever thing could be
Pleasant and precious to my muse and me.
Besides rare sweets, I had a book which none
Could read the intext but myself alone.
About the cover of this book there went
A curious-comely clean compartlement,
And, in the midst, to grace it more, was set
A blushing, pretty, peeping rubelet.
But now 'tis closed; and being shut and seal'd,
Be it, O be it, never more reveal'd!
Keep here still, Closet-Gods, 'fore whom I've set
Oblations oft of sweetest marmelet.
Ingression, entrance.
Intext, contents.
653. A BACCHANALIAN VERSE.
Fill me a mighty bowl
Up to the brim,
That I may drink
Unto my Jonson's soul.
