No fruitful crop the sickly fields return;
But oats and darnel choke the rising corn.
Quotes from Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson — John Dryden
1631–1700 England
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Delve of convenient depth your threshing floor;
With temper’d clay then fill and face it o’er.
In vain the hinds the threshing floor prepare,
And exercise their flails in empty air.
On a short pruning-hook his head reclines,
And studiously surveys his gen’rous vines.
The low’ring spring, with lavish rain,
Beats down the slender stem and bearded grain.
In the sun your golden grain display,
And thrash it out and winnow it by day.
We may know
And when to reap the grain and when to sow,
Or when to fell the furzes.
You who supply the ground with seeds of grain,
And you who swell those seeds with kindly rain.
Begin when the slow waggoner descends,
Nor cease your sowing till midwinter ends.
For flax and oats will burn the tender field,
And sleepy poppies harmful harvests yield.
But various are the ways to change the state,
To plant, to bud, to graft, to inoculate.
Suffering not the yellow beards to rear,
He tramples down the spikes, and intercepts the ear.
Their morning milk the peasants press at night;
Their evening milk before the rising light.
The peaceful peasant to the wars is prest,
The fields lie fallow in inglorious rest.
Your farm requites your pains,
Though rushes overspread the neighb’ring plains.
Rocks lie cover’d with eternal snow;
Thin herbage in the plains, and fruitless fields.
T’ unload the branches, or the leaves to thin
That suck the vital moisture of the vine.
In vain the barns expect their promised load;
Nor barns at home, nor ricks are heap’d abroad.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Dryden (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.