Some dull people might imagine thatthe windwas more likethe breath of Spring; thanSpring, the breath of the wind: but we are more disposed to question the Author's Ethics than his Physics; and accordingly cannot dismiss these May gambols without some observations.
In the first place, Mr. M. seems to have higher notions of the antiquity of the May Pole than we have been accustomed to attach to it. Or perhaps he sought to shelter the equivocal nature of this affair under that sanction. To us, however, who can hardly subscribe to the doctrine that "Vice loses half its evil by losing all its grossness"; neither the remoteness of time, nor the gaiety of the season, furnishes a sufficient palliation. "Violets blue" and "fresh-blown roses" are, to be sure, more agreeable objects of the Imagination than a gin shop in Wapping or a booth in Bartholomew Fair; but, in point of morality, these are distinctions without a difference: or it may be the cultivation of mind (which teaches us to reject and nauseate these latter objects) aggravates the case, if our improvement in taste be not accompanied by a proportionate improvement of morals.
If the Reader can reconcile himself to this latitude of principle, the anachronism will not long stand in his way. Much indeed may be said in favour of this union of ancient Mythology with modern notions and manners. It is a sort of chronological metaphor—an artificial analogy, by which ideas, widely remote and heterogeneous, are brought into contact; and the mind is delighted by this unexpected assemblage, as it is by the combinations of figurative language.
Thus in that elegant Interlude, which the pen ofBen Jonsonhas transmitted to us, of the loves ofHeroandLeander:
Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander,Behold our chief actor, amorousLeander!With a great deal of cloth, lapped about him like a scarf:For he yet serves his father, a Dyer in Puddle Wharf:Which place we'll make bold with, to call it our Abydus;As the Bankside is our Sestos, andlet it not be denied us.
Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander,Behold our chief actor, amorousLeander!With a great deal of cloth, lapped about him like a scarf:For he yet serves his father, a Dyer in Puddle Wharf:Which place we'll make bold with, to call it our Abydus;As the Bankside is our Sestos, andlet it not be denied us.
Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander,Behold our chief actor, amorousLeander!With a great deal of cloth, lapped about him like a scarf:For he yet serves his father, a Dyer in Puddle Wharf:Which place we'll make bold with, to call it our Abydus;As the Bankside is our Sestos, andlet it not be denied us.
Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander,Behold our chief actor, amorousLeander!With a great deal of cloth, lapped about him like a scarf:For he yet serves his father, a Dyer in Puddle Wharf:Which place we'll make bold with, to call it our Abydus;As the Bankside is our Sestos, andlet it not be denied us.
Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander,Behold our chief actor, amorousLeander!With a great deal of cloth, lapped about him like a scarf:For he yet serves his father, a Dyer in Puddle Wharf:Which place we'll make bold with, to call it our Abydus;As the Bankside is our Sestos, andlet it not be denied us.
And far be it from us to deny the use of so reasonable a liberty; especially if the request be backed (as it is in the case of Mr. M.) by the craving and imperious necessities of rhyme. What man who has ever bestrode Pegasus for an hour, will be insensible to such a claim?
Haud ignara mali miseris succurrere disco.
We are next favoured with an enumeration of the Attendants of this "debonair" Nymph, in all the minuteness of a GermanDramatis Personæ, or a Ropedancer's Handbill.
Haste thee, Nymph; and bring with theeJest and youthful Jollity,Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,Nods and becks and wreathed smiles,Such as hang onHebe's cheekAnd love to live in dimple sleek;Sport that wrinkled Care derides,And Laughter holding both his sides.
Haste thee, Nymph; and bring with theeJest and youthful Jollity,Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,Nods and becks and wreathed smiles,Such as hang onHebe's cheekAnd love to live in dimple sleek;Sport that wrinkled Care derides,And Laughter holding both his sides.
Haste thee, Nymph; and bring with theeJest and youthful Jollity,Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,Nods and becks and wreathed smiles,Such as hang onHebe's cheekAnd love to live in dimple sleek;Sport that wrinkled Care derides,And Laughter holding both his sides.
Haste thee, Nymph; and bring with theeJest and youthful Jollity,Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,Nods and becks and wreathed smiles,Such as hang onHebe's cheekAnd love to live in dimple sleek;Sport that wrinkled Care derides,And Laughter holding both his sides.
Haste thee, Nymph; and bring with theeJest and youthful Jollity,Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,Nods and becks and wreathed smiles,Such as hang onHebe's cheekAnd love to live in dimple sleek;Sport that wrinkled Care derides,And Laughter holding both his sides.
The Author, to prove himself worthy of being admitted of the crew, skips and capers about upon "the light fantastic toe," that there is no following him. He scampers through all the Categories, in search of his imaginary beings, from Substance to Quality, and back again; from thence to Action, Passion, Habit, &c. with incredible celerity. Who, for instance, would have expectedcranks,nods,becks, andwreathèd smilesas part of a group in which Jest, Jollity, Sport, and Laughter figure away as full-formed entire Personages? The family likeness is certainly very strong in the two last; and if we had not been told, we should perhaps have thought the act ofderidingas appropriate to Laughter as to Sport.
But how are we to understand the stage directions?Come, and trip it as yougo.
Are the words used synonymously? Or is it meant that this airy gentry shall come in a Minuet step, and go off in a Jig? The phenomenon of atripping crankis indeed novel, and would doubtless attract numerous spectators.
But it is difficult to guess to whom, among this jolly company, the Poet addresses himself: for immediately after the Plural appellativeyou, he proceeds,
And inthyright hand lead withtheeThe mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty.
And inthyright hand lead withtheeThe mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty.
And inthyright hand lead withtheeThe mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty.
And inthyright hand lead withtheeThe mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty.
And inthyright hand lead withtheeThe mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty.
No sooner is this fair damsel introduced; but Mr M., with most unbecoming levity, falls in love with her: and makes a request of her companion which is rather greedy, that he may live with both of them.
To live with her, and live with thee.
Even the gay libertine who sang "How happy could I be with either!" did not go so far as this. But we have already had occasion to remark on the laxity of Mr M.'s amatory notions.
The Poet, intoxicated with the charms of his Mistress, now rapidly runs over the pleasures which he proposes to himself in the enjoyment of her society. But though he has the advantage of being his own caterer, either his palate is of a peculiar structure, or he has not made the most judicious selection.
To begin the day well, he will have thesky-lark
to comein spite of sorrowAnd at his window bid "Good Morrow!"
to comein spite of sorrowAnd at his window bid "Good Morrow!"
to comein spite of sorrowAnd at his window bid "Good Morrow!"
to comein spite of sorrowAnd at his window bid "Good Morrow!"
to comein spite of sorrowAnd at his window bid "Good Morrow!"
The sky-lark, if we know anything of the nature of that bird, must come "in spite" of something else as well as "of sorrow," to the performance of this office.
In the next image, the Natural History is better preserved; and, as the thoughts are appropriate to the time of day, we will venture to transcribe the passage, as a favourable specimen of the Author's manner:
While the Cock, with lively din,Scatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before;Oft listening how the hounds and hornsCheerly rouse the slumbering morn,From the side of some hoar hill,Through the high wood echoing still.
While the Cock, with lively din,Scatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before;Oft listening how the hounds and hornsCheerly rouse the slumbering morn,From the side of some hoar hill,Through the high wood echoing still.
While the Cock, with lively din,Scatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before;Oft listening how the hounds and hornsCheerly rouse the slumbering morn,From the side of some hoar hill,Through the high wood echoing still.
While the Cock, with lively din,Scatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before;Oft listening how the hounds and hornsCheerly rouse the slumbering morn,From the side of some hoar hill,Through the high wood echoing still.
While the Cock, with lively din,Scatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before;Oft listening how the hounds and hornsCheerly rouse the slumbering morn,From the side of some hoar hill,Through the high wood echoing still.
Is it not lamentable that, after all, whether it is the Cock, or the Poet, that listens, should be left entirely to the Reader's conjectures? Perhaps also his embarrassment may be increased by a slight resemblance of character in these two illustrious Personages, at least as far as relates to the extent and numbers of their seraglio.
After aflamingdescription of sunrise, on which the clouds attend in their very best liveries; the Bill of Fare for the day proceeds in the usual manner. Whistling Ploughmen, singing Milkmaids, and sentimental Shepherds are always to be had at a moment's notice; and, if well grouped, serve to fill up the landscape agreeably enough.
On this part of the Poem we have only to remark, that if MrJohn Miltonproposeth to make himself merry with
Russet lawns, and fallows greyWhere the nibbling flocksdostray;Mountains on whose barren breastThe labouring cloudsdooften rest,Meadows trim with daisies pied,Shallow brooks, and rivers wide,Towers and battlements, &c. &c. &c.
Russet lawns, and fallows greyWhere the nibbling flocksdostray;Mountains on whose barren breastThe labouring cloudsdooften rest,Meadows trim with daisies pied,Shallow brooks, and rivers wide,Towers and battlements, &c. &c. &c.
Russet lawns, and fallows greyWhere the nibbling flocksdostray;Mountains on whose barren breastThe labouring cloudsdooften rest,Meadows trim with daisies pied,Shallow brooks, and rivers wide,Towers and battlements, &c. &c. &c.
Russet lawns, and fallows greyWhere the nibbling flocksdostray;Mountains on whose barren breastThe labouring cloudsdooften rest,Meadows trim with daisies pied,Shallow brooks, and rivers wide,Towers and battlements, &c. &c. &c.
he will either find himself egregiously disappointed; or he must possess a disposition to merriment which evenDemocritushimself might envy. To such a pitch indeed does this solemn indication of joy sometimes rise, that we are inclined to give him credit for a literal adherence to the Apostolic precept, "Is any merry, let him sing Psalms!"
At length, however, he hies away at the sound of bell-ringing, and seems for some time to enjoy the tippling and fiddling and dancing of a village wake: but his fancy is soon haunted again by spectres and goblins, a set of beings not, in general, esteemed the companions or inspirers of mirth.
With stories told of many a feat,How fairyMabthe junkets eat.She was pinched, and pulled, she said:And he, by friar's lanthern led,Tells how the drudging Goblin sweatTo earn his cream-bowl duly set;When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn,His shadowy Flail hath threshed the cornThat ten day-labourers could not end.Then lies him down the lubbar Fiend;And, stretched out all the chimney's length,Basks at the fire his hairy strength:And, crop-full, out of door he flingsEre the first cock his Matins rings.
With stories told of many a feat,How fairyMabthe junkets eat.She was pinched, and pulled, she said:And he, by friar's lanthern led,Tells how the drudging Goblin sweatTo earn his cream-bowl duly set;When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn,His shadowy Flail hath threshed the cornThat ten day-labourers could not end.Then lies him down the lubbar Fiend;And, stretched out all the chimney's length,Basks at the fire his hairy strength:And, crop-full, out of door he flingsEre the first cock his Matins rings.
With stories told of many a feat,How fairyMabthe junkets eat.She was pinched, and pulled, she said:And he, by friar's lanthern led,Tells how the drudging Goblin sweatTo earn his cream-bowl duly set;When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn,His shadowy Flail hath threshed the cornThat ten day-labourers could not end.Then lies him down the lubbar Fiend;And, stretched out all the chimney's length,Basks at the fire his hairy strength:And, crop-full, out of door he flingsEre the first cock his Matins rings.
With stories told of many a feat,How fairyMabthe junkets eat.She was pinched, and pulled, she said:And he, by friar's lanthern led,Tells how the drudging Goblin sweatTo earn his cream-bowl duly set;When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn,His shadowy Flail hath threshed the cornThat ten day-labourers could not end.Then lies him down the lubbar Fiend;And, stretched out all the chimney's length,Basks at the fire his hairy strength:And, crop-full, out of door he flingsEre the first cock his Matins rings.
Mr. M. seems indeed to have a turn for this species of Nursery Tales and prattling Lullabies; and, if he will studiously cultivate his talent, he need not despair of figuring in a conspicuous corner of MrNewbery's shop window: unless indeed Mrs.Trimmershould think fit to proscribe those empty levities and idle superstitions, by which the World has been too long abused.
From these rustic fictions, we are transported to another species ofhum.
Towered cities please us then,And the busy hum of men;Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,In woods of peace, high triumphs hold:Withstore of Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the PrizeOf Wit or Arms; while both contendTo win her grace, whom all commend.
Towered cities please us then,And the busy hum of men;Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,In woods of peace, high triumphs hold:Withstore of Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the PrizeOf Wit or Arms; while both contendTo win her grace, whom all commend.
Towered cities please us then,And the busy hum of men;Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,In woods of peace, high triumphs hold:Withstore of Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the PrizeOf Wit or Arms; while both contendTo win her grace, whom all commend.
Towered cities please us then,And the busy hum of men;Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,In woods of peace, high triumphs hold:Withstore of Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the PrizeOf Wit or Arms; while both contendTo win her grace, whom all commend.
To talk of the bright eyes of Ladies judging the Prize of Wit is indeed with the Poets a legitimate species of humming: but would not, we may ask, therainfrom these Ladies' bright eyes rather tend to dim their lustre? Or is there any quality in a shower ofinfluence; which, instead of deadening, serves only to brighten and exhilarate?
Whatever the case may be, we would advise Mr. M. by all means to keep out of the way of these "Knights and Barons bold": for, if he has nothing but his Wit to trust to, we will venture to predict that, without a large share of most undue influence, he must be content to see the Prize adjudged to his competitors.
Of the latter part of the Poem little need be said.
The Author does seem somewhat more at home when he gets among the Actors and Musicians: though his head is still running uponOrpheusandEurydiceandPluto, and other sombre personages; who are ever thrusting themselves in where we least expect them, and who chill every rising emotion of mirth and gaiety.
He appears however to be so ravished with this sketch of festive pleasures, or perhaps with himself for having sketched them so well, that he closes with a couplet which would not have disgraced aSternhold.
These delights if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee Imeanto live.
These delights if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee Imeanto live.
These delights if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee Imeanto live.
These delights if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee Imeanto live.
Of Mr. M.'s goodintentionsthere can be no doubt; but we beg leave to remind him that there are two opinions to be consulted. He presumes perhaps upon the poetical powers he has displayed, and considers them as irresistible: for every one must observe in how different a strain he avows his attachment now, and at the opening of the Poem. Then it was
If I give thee honour due,Mirth, admit me of thy crew!
If I give thee honour due,Mirth, admit me of thy crew!
If I give thee honour due,Mirth, admit me of thy crew!
If I give thee honour due,Mirth, admit me of thy crew!
But having, it should seem, established his pretensions; he now thinks it sufficient to give notice that he means to live with her, because he likes her.
Upon the whole, Mr.Miltonseems to be possessed of some fancy and talent for rhyming; two most dangerous endowments which often unfit men for acting a useful part in life without qualifying them for that which is great and brilliant. If it be true, as we have heard, that he has declined advantageous prospects in business, for the sake of indulging his poetical humour; we hope it is not yet too late to prevail upon him to retract his resolution. With the help ofCockerand common industry, he may become a respectable Scrivener: but it is not all theZephyrs, andAuroras, AndCorydons, andThyrsis's; aye, nor his "junketing QueenMab" and "drudging Goblins," that will ever make him a Poet.
Old KingCole, his life and death.
[? Written between 1830 and 1837]
1.
OLdKingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.There werePa-gan-in-iandSpagnioletti,And to make up the three,Mori:For KingColehe was fond of a Tri-O, fond of a Trio was he.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
OLdKingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.There werePa-gan-in-iandSpagnioletti,And to make up the three,Mori:For KingColehe was fond of a Tri-O, fond of a Trio was he.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
OLdKingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.There werePa-gan-in-iandSpagnioletti,And to make up the three,Mori:For KingColehe was fond of a Tri-O, fond of a Trio was he.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
OLdKingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.There werePa-gan-in-iandSpagnioletti,And to make up the three,Mori:For KingColehe was fond of a Tri-O, fond of a Trio was he.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
OLdKingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.There werePa-gan-in-iandSpagnioletti,And to make up the three,Mori:For KingColehe was fond of a Tri-O, fond of a Trio was he.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
2.
Old KingColekept Court at the "Hole'o the Wall" in Chancerylane, near the street which is termèd "Fleet"(A queer name for Chancery!):So his subjects to cloak from the very provok-ing Bills of an Attorney;Old KingColeturned his eyes toCoke,and a very good Lawyer was he.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColekept Court at the "Hole'o the Wall" in Chancerylane, near the street which is termèd "Fleet"(A queer name for Chancery!):So his subjects to cloak from the very provok-ing Bills of an Attorney;Old KingColeturned his eyes toCoke,and a very good Lawyer was he.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColekept Court at the "Hole'o the Wall" in Chancerylane, near the street which is termèd "Fleet"(A queer name for Chancery!):So his subjects to cloak from the very provok-ing Bills of an Attorney;Old KingColeturned his eyes toCoke,and a very good Lawyer was he.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColekept Court at the "Hole'o the Wall" in Chancerylane, near the street which is termèd "Fleet"(A queer name for Chancery!):So his subjects to cloak from the very provok-ing Bills of an Attorney;Old KingColeturned his eyes toCoke,and a very good Lawyer was he.For old KingCole,&c.
3.
Old KingCole, though a merry old Soul,Not read nor write could he;For to read and write, 'twere useless quiteWhen he kept a Secretary.So his mark forRexwas a single "X,"And his drink was ditto double:For he scorned the fetters of four and twenty Letters,And it saved him a vast deal of trouble.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingCole, though a merry old Soul,Not read nor write could he;For to read and write, 'twere useless quiteWhen he kept a Secretary.So his mark forRexwas a single "X,"And his drink was ditto double:For he scorned the fetters of four and twenty Letters,And it saved him a vast deal of trouble.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingCole, though a merry old Soul,Not read nor write could he;For to read and write, 'twere useless quiteWhen he kept a Secretary.So his mark forRexwas a single "X,"And his drink was ditto double:For he scorned the fetters of four and twenty Letters,And it saved him a vast deal of trouble.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingCole, though a merry old Soul,Not read nor write could he;For to read and write, 'twere useless quiteWhen he kept a Secretary.So his mark forRexwas a single "X,"And his drink was ditto double:For he scorned the fetters of four and twenty Letters,And it saved him a vast deal of trouble.For old KingCole,&c.
4.
Old KingColewas a musical Soul,So he called for his Fiddlers three;And he served 'em out a dozen pounds of best German resin,And they played him a Symphony.SpagniolettiandMori, they play an Oratori;While the greatPa-gan-in-iPlayedGod save the King, on a single string;And he went twelve octaves high!For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColewas a musical Soul,So he called for his Fiddlers three;And he served 'em out a dozen pounds of best German resin,And they played him a Symphony.SpagniolettiandMori, they play an Oratori;While the greatPa-gan-in-iPlayedGod save the King, on a single string;And he went twelve octaves high!For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColewas a musical Soul,So he called for his Fiddlers three;And he served 'em out a dozen pounds of best German resin,And they played him a Symphony.SpagniolettiandMori, they play an Oratori;While the greatPa-gan-in-iPlayedGod save the King, on a single string;And he went twelve octaves high!For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColewas a musical Soul,So he called for his Fiddlers three;And he served 'em out a dozen pounds of best German resin,And they played him a Symphony.SpagniolettiandMori, they play an Oratori;While the greatPa-gan-in-iPlayedGod save the King, on a single string;And he went twelve octaves high!For old KingCole,&c.
5.
Old KingColeloved smoking to his Soul,And a Pipe hard, clean, and dry;And Virginny and Canaster, from his Baccy Box went fasterThan the "Dart" or the Brighton "Fly."With his Fiddlers three, and his Secretary,He'd kick up such a furious fume;You'd think all the gas of London in a massHad met in his little back room.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColeloved smoking to his Soul,And a Pipe hard, clean, and dry;And Virginny and Canaster, from his Baccy Box went fasterThan the "Dart" or the Brighton "Fly."With his Fiddlers three, and his Secretary,He'd kick up such a furious fume;You'd think all the gas of London in a massHad met in his little back room.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColeloved smoking to his Soul,And a Pipe hard, clean, and dry;And Virginny and Canaster, from his Baccy Box went fasterThan the "Dart" or the Brighton "Fly."With his Fiddlers three, and his Secretary,He'd kick up such a furious fume;You'd think all the gas of London in a massHad met in his little back room.For old KingCole,&c.
Old KingColeloved smoking to his Soul,And a Pipe hard, clean, and dry;And Virginny and Canaster, from his Baccy Box went fasterThan the "Dart" or the Brighton "Fly."With his Fiddlers three, and his Secretary,He'd kick up such a furious fume;You'd think all the gas of London in a massHad met in his little back room.For old KingCole,&c.
6.
Old KingColewas a mellow old SoulAnd he loved for to lave his clay:But not with water; for he had in that quarterAn hy-dro-pho-bi-a.So he always ordered Hemp for those that joined a Temp-erance Society;And he swore aDroptoo much, should always finish suchAs refused for to wet t'other eye.For old KingCole, &c.
Old KingColewas a mellow old SoulAnd he loved for to lave his clay:But not with water; for he had in that quarterAn hy-dro-pho-bi-a.So he always ordered Hemp for those that joined a Temp-erance Society;And he swore aDroptoo much, should always finish suchAs refused for to wet t'other eye.For old KingCole, &c.
Old KingColewas a mellow old SoulAnd he loved for to lave his clay:But not with water; for he had in that quarterAn hy-dro-pho-bi-a.So he always ordered Hemp for those that joined a Temp-erance Society;And he swore aDroptoo much, should always finish suchAs refused for to wet t'other eye.For old KingCole, &c.
Old KingColewas a mellow old SoulAnd he loved for to lave his clay:But not with water; for he had in that quarterAn hy-dro-pho-bi-a.So he always ordered Hemp for those that joined a Temp-erance Society;And he swore aDroptoo much, should always finish suchAs refused for to wet t'other eye.For old KingCole, &c.
7.
On old KingColeleft cheek was a mole,So he called for his Secretary;And bade him look in a Fortune-telling Book,And read him his destiny.And the Secretary said, when his fate he had read,And cast his nativity,A mole on the face boded something would take place;But not what that something might be.For old KingCole, &c.
On old KingColeleft cheek was a mole,So he called for his Secretary;And bade him look in a Fortune-telling Book,And read him his destiny.And the Secretary said, when his fate he had read,And cast his nativity,A mole on the face boded something would take place;But not what that something might be.For old KingCole, &c.
On old KingColeleft cheek was a mole,So he called for his Secretary;And bade him look in a Fortune-telling Book,And read him his destiny.And the Secretary said, when his fate he had read,And cast his nativity,A mole on the face boded something would take place;But not what that something might be.For old KingCole, &c.
On old KingColeleft cheek was a mole,So he called for his Secretary;And bade him look in a Fortune-telling Book,And read him his destiny.And the Secretary said, when his fate he had read,And cast his nativity,A mole on the face boded something would take place;But not what that something might be.For old KingCole, &c.
8.
Old KingCole, he scratched his poll;And resigned to his fate was he:And he said, "It is our will, that our Pipe and Glass you fill,And call for our Fiddlers three."SoPagan-in-itookViottiin G;And hisConcertoplayed he:But at page forty-four, KingColebegan to snore:So they parted company.For old KingCole, &c.
Old KingCole, he scratched his poll;And resigned to his fate was he:And he said, "It is our will, that our Pipe and Glass you fill,And call for our Fiddlers three."SoPagan-in-itookViottiin G;And hisConcertoplayed he:But at page forty-four, KingColebegan to snore:So they parted company.For old KingCole, &c.
Old KingCole, he scratched his poll;And resigned to his fate was he:And he said, "It is our will, that our Pipe and Glass you fill,And call for our Fiddlers three."SoPagan-in-itookViottiin G;And hisConcertoplayed he:But at page forty-four, KingColebegan to snore:So they parted company.For old KingCole, &c.
Old KingCole, he scratched his poll;And resigned to his fate was he:And he said, "It is our will, that our Pipe and Glass you fill,And call for our Fiddlers three."SoPagan-in-itookViottiin G;And hisConcertoplayed he:But at page forty-four, KingColebegan to snore:So they parted company.For old KingCole, &c.
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Old KingColedrank so much AlcoholThat he reeked like the worm of a still;And, while lighting his pipe, he set himself alight,And he blew up like a gunpowder mill.And these are the whole of the records of KingColeFrom theCottonLibrary;If you like you can see 'em at the British MuseumIn Russell Street, Bloomsbury.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
Old KingColedrank so much AlcoholThat he reeked like the worm of a still;And, while lighting his pipe, he set himself alight,And he blew up like a gunpowder mill.And these are the whole of the records of KingColeFrom theCottonLibrary;If you like you can see 'em at the British MuseumIn Russell Street, Bloomsbury.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
Old KingColedrank so much AlcoholThat he reeked like the worm of a still;And, while lighting his pipe, he set himself alight,And he blew up like a gunpowder mill.And these are the whole of the records of KingColeFrom theCottonLibrary;If you like you can see 'em at the British MuseumIn Russell Street, Bloomsbury.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
Old KingColedrank so much AlcoholThat he reeked like the worm of a still;And, while lighting his pipe, he set himself alight,And he blew up like a gunpowder mill.And these are the whole of the records of KingColeFrom theCottonLibrary;If you like you can see 'em at the British MuseumIn Russell Street, Bloomsbury.For old KingColewas a merry old Soul,And a merry old Soul was he:He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,And he called for his Fiddlers three.
THE END OF THEEighth VolumeOFAN ENGLISH GARNER,INGATHERINGS FROM OUR HISTORY AND LITERATURE:COMPLETING THE SERIES.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES.1. Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible.2. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.3. The footnotes have been moved to the end of their relevant chapters.4. Page 7: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original "All that this earth" should read "All that this Earth". Corrected.5. Page 8: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 229 shows two entries. "If so you would" and "If you so would". They both link to the same stanza on Page 229. "If you so would" is correct. The incorrect entry has been removed.6. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Error in index: "Non convitia" shown in Index as Page 416 and in italics. It should read "Non convitia" (no italics) Page 415. The index has been corrected.7. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "Painter, in lovely": should read "Painter, in lively". The index has been corrected.8. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "Si coelum patria Page 416". It should read "Page 415". The index has been corrected.90. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "The cruel, thou" Page 327. It should read; "If cruel, thou" Page 327. The index has been corrected and the reference moved to Page 8.10. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 540 shows two entries. "Thus while we" and "This while we are". They both link to the same stanza on Page 540. "This while we are" is correct. The original error in the index has been removed.11. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 532 showed two entries. "Thy ancient" and "The ancient". They were both link to the same stanza on Page 453. 'Thy ancient' is correct. The error in the index has been removed.12. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 453 showed two entries. "Thy Love, fair"' and "The love fair". They were both link to the same stanza on Page 453. "Thy love fair" is correct. The incorrect entry has been removed.13. Page 56: Hyphenated words left to match original format.14. Page 67: "(and yet, by long imprisonment"; Round bracket [(] unclosed. Left as the original as unable to ascertain where the author intended to place the closing bracket.15. Page 119: Illustrated "[W]th lovely Neatherd" should read illustrated "[W]Ith lovely Neatherd". Corrected.16. Page 344: Closing square bracket ] missing from end of paragraph: "p. 78, Ed. 1686.]". Corrected.17. Page 508: The original text reads "[Sir Walter Cope co. Oxon.]"; it should read "Sir Walter Cope [co. Oxon.]". Corrected.18. Page 520: 'Master ROBERT LEF' corrected to 'Master ROBERT LEE'.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES.1. Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible.2. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.3. The footnotes have been moved to the end of their relevant chapters.4. Page 7: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original "All that this earth" should read "All that this Earth". Corrected.5. Page 8: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 229 shows two entries. "If so you would" and "If you so would". They both link to the same stanza on Page 229. "If you so would" is correct. The incorrect entry has been removed.6. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Error in index: "Non convitia" shown in Index as Page 416 and in italics. It should read "Non convitia" (no italics) Page 415. The index has been corrected.7. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "Painter, in lovely": should read "Painter, in lively". The index has been corrected.8. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "Si coelum patria Page 416". It should read "Page 415". The index has been corrected.90. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "The cruel, thou" Page 327. It should read; "If cruel, thou" Page 327. The index has been corrected and the reference moved to Page 8.10. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 540 shows two entries. "Thus while we" and "This while we are". They both link to the same stanza on Page 540. "This while we are" is correct. The original error in the index has been removed.11. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 532 showed two entries. "Thy ancient" and "The ancient". They were both link to the same stanza on Page 453. 'Thy ancient' is correct. The error in the index has been removed.12. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 453 showed two entries. "Thy Love, fair"' and "The love fair". They were both link to the same stanza on Page 453. "Thy love fair" is correct. The incorrect entry has been removed.13. Page 56: Hyphenated words left to match original format.14. Page 67: "(and yet, by long imprisonment"; Round bracket [(] unclosed. Left as the original as unable to ascertain where the author intended to place the closing bracket.15. Page 119: Illustrated "[W]th lovely Neatherd" should read illustrated "[W]Ith lovely Neatherd". Corrected.16. Page 344: Closing square bracket ] missing from end of paragraph: "p. 78, Ed. 1686.]". Corrected.17. Page 508: The original text reads "[Sir Walter Cope co. Oxon.]"; it should read "Sir Walter Cope [co. Oxon.]". Corrected.18. Page 520: 'Master ROBERT LEF' corrected to 'Master ROBERT LEE'.
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1. Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible.2. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.3. The footnotes have been moved to the end of their relevant chapters.4. Page 7: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original "All that this earth" should read "All that this Earth". Corrected.5. Page 8: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 229 shows two entries. "If so you would" and "If you so would". They both link to the same stanza on Page 229. "If you so would" is correct. The incorrect entry has been removed.6. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Error in index: "Non convitia" shown in Index as Page 416 and in italics. It should read "Non convitia" (no italics) Page 415. The index has been corrected.7. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "Painter, in lovely": should read "Painter, in lively". The index has been corrected.8. Page 9: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "Si coelum patria Page 416". It should read "Page 415". The index has been corrected.90. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": Original; "The cruel, thou" Page 327. It should read; "If cruel, thou" Page 327. The index has been corrected and the reference moved to Page 8.10. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 540 shows two entries. "Thus while we" and "This while we are". They both link to the same stanza on Page 540. "This while we are" is correct. The original error in the index has been removed.11. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 532 showed two entries. "Thy ancient" and "The ancient". They were both link to the same stanza on Page 453. 'Thy ancient' is correct. The error in the index has been removed.12. Page 10: "Index of First Lines of Poems and Stanzas": The reference to Page 453 showed two entries. "Thy Love, fair"' and "The love fair". They were both link to the same stanza on Page 453. "Thy love fair" is correct. The incorrect entry has been removed.13. Page 56: Hyphenated words left to match original format.14. Page 67: "(and yet, by long imprisonment"; Round bracket [(] unclosed. Left as the original as unable to ascertain where the author intended to place the closing bracket.15. Page 119: Illustrated "[W]th lovely Neatherd" should read illustrated "[W]Ith lovely Neatherd". Corrected.16. Page 344: Closing square bracket ] missing from end of paragraph: "p. 78, Ed. 1686.]". Corrected.17. Page 508: The original text reads "[Sir Walter Cope co. Oxon.]"; it should read "Sir Walter Cope [co. Oxon.]". Corrected.18. Page 520: 'Master ROBERT LEF' corrected to 'Master ROBERT LEE'.