{"id":401,"date":"2011-07-09T07:45:00","date_gmt":"2011-07-09T07:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/?p=401"},"modified":"2019-11-22T16:42:00","modified_gmt":"2019-11-22T16:42:00","slug":"the-collar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/?p=401","title":{"rendered":"The Collar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<div>I struck the board, and cried, &#8220;No more;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I will abroad!<\/div>\n<div>What? shall I ever sigh and pine?<\/div>\n<div>My lines and life are free, free as the road,<\/div>\n<div>Loose as the wind, as large as store.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall I be still in suit?<\/div>\n<div>Have I no harvest but a thorn<\/div>\n<div>To let me blood, and not restore<\/div>\n<div>What I have lost with cordial fruit?<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sure there was wine<\/div>\n<div>Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Before my tears did drown it.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Is the year only lost to me?<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Have I no bays to crown it,<\/div>\n<div>No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted?<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0All wasted?<\/div>\n<div>Not so, my heart; but there is fruit,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And thou hast hands.<\/div>\n<div>Recover all thy sigh-blown age<\/div>\n<div>On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute<\/div>\n<div>Of what is fit and not. Forsake thy cage,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thy rope of sands,<\/div>\n<div>Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee<\/div>\n<div>Good cable, to enforce and draw,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And be thy law,<\/div>\n<div>While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Away! take heed;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I will abroad.<\/div>\n<div>Call in thy death&#8217;s-head there; tie up thy fears;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He that forbears<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To suit and serve his need<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Deserves his load.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div>But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 At every word,<\/div>\n<div>Methought I heard one calling,\u00a0<i>Child!<\/i><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And I replied\u00a0<i>My Lord.<\/i><\/div>\n<div><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div><i>(George Herbert &#8211; found via <a href=\"http:\/\/www.guardian.co.uk\/uk\/2011\/jul\/08\/rowan-williams-interview-david-hare\">here<\/a>)<\/i><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I struck the board, and cried, &#8220;No more; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 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. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall I &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/?p=401\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[25,55,10,43],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-401","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autobiography","category-language","category-ministry","category-self-pity"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3npsc-6t","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=401"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6286,"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401\/revisions\/6286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elizaphanian.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}