~ Saturday ~

What Kind of Mistress He would Have
by Robert Herrick

Be the mistress of my choice,
Clean in manners, clear in voice;
Be she witty, more than wise,
Pure enough, though not precise;
Be she showing in her dress,
Like a civil wilderness,
That the curious may detect
Order in a sweet neglect;
Be she rolling in her eye,
Tempting all the passers by;
And each ringlet of her hair,
An enchantment, or a snare,
For to catch the lookers on;
But herself held fast by none.
Let her Lucrece all day be,
Thais in the night, to me.
Be she such, as neither will
Famish me, nor overfill.

Hope you have a good Saturday. Nothing too inspiring on the books today; we're heading into the season of what seems to be too much to do in too little time. Needing a little shot in the arm recently of more joy for my journey. I'm hoping to find it in some small way today. I hope you do, too.