1. John R. Roberts. “’Me Thoughts I Heard One Calling, Child!’: Herbert’s ‘The Collar’.” Renascence. 94.5 (1993) par.3 .
2. Barbara Leigh Harman. “The Fiction of Coherence: George Herbert’s The Collar.” Publications of the Modern Language Association of America 93.5 (1978): 866
3. l. 1 "I STRUCK the board, and cry’d,"
ll. 33-36 "But as I rav’d and grew more fierce and wilde,/At every word,/Methought I heard one calling, Childe:/And I reply’d, My Lord."4.11. 1-32 "No more;/ I will abroad./ What? shall I ever sigh and pine?/ My lines and life are free ; free as the rode,/ Loose as the winde, as large as store./ Shall I be still in suit?/ Have I no harvest but a thorn/ To let me bloud, and not restore/ What I have lost with cordiall fruit?/ Sure there was wine,/ Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn/ Before my tears did drown it./ Is the yeare onely lost to me?/ Have I no bayes to crown it?/ No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?/ All wasted?/ Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,/ And thou hast hands./ Recover all thy sigh-blown age/ On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute/ Of what is fit, and not forsake thy cage,/ Thy rope of sands,/ Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee/ Good cable, to enforce and draw,/ And be thy law,/ While thou didst wink and wouldst not see./ Away; take heed:/ I will abroad./ Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears./ He that forbears/ To suit and serve his need,/ Deserves his load."
7. "No more;/ I will abroad./ What? shall I ever sigh and pine?/ My lines and life are free ; free as the rode,/ Loose as the winde, as large as store./ Shall I be still in suit?/ Have I no harvest but a thorn/ To let me bloud, and not restore/ What I have lost with cordiall fruit?/ Sure there was wine,/ Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn/ Before my tears did drown it./ Is the yeare onely lost to me?/ Have I no bayes to crown it?"
8. "Have I no bayes to crown it?/ No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?/ All wasted?/ Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,/ And thou hast hands./ Recover all thy sigh-blown age/ On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute/ Of what is fit, and not forsake thy cage,/ Thy rope of sands,/ Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee/ Good cable, to enforce and draw,/ And be thy law,/ While thou didst wink and wouldst not see./ Away; take heed:/ I will abroad./ Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears./ He that forbears/ To suit and serve his need,/ Deserves his load."
11. "Of what is fit, and not forsake thy cage,/ Thy rope of sands,/ Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee/ Good cable, to enforce and draw,/ And be thy law,/ While thou didst wink and wouldst not see./ Away; take heed:/ I will abroad./ Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears."