
Ana-{Mary}gram
Army
George Herbert
How well her name an Army doth present,
In whom the Lord of hosts did pitch his tent.
How well her name an Army doth present,
In whom the Lord of hosts did pitch his tent.
Wantons we are; and though our words be such,
Our lives do differ from our lines by much.
Herrick closed one volume of poetry (Hebrides) with another couplet, apologizing for his bawdier verses: “To his book’s end this line he’d have placed:/ Jocund his muse was, but his life was chaste.”