FABULLUS, I will treat you handsomely Shortly, if the kind gods will favour thee. If thou dost bring with thee a del'cate mess, An olio or so, a pretty lass, Brisk wine, sharp tales, all sorts of drollery. These if thou bring'st, I say, along with thee, You shall feed highly, friend; for know, the ebbs Of my lank purse are full of spiders' webs. But then again you shall receive clear love, Or what more grateful or more sweet may prove: For with an ointment I will favour thee, My Venuses and Cupids gave to me, Of which once smelt, the gods thou wilt implore, Fabullus, that they'd make thee nose all o'er. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER TIME'S REVENGE by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM CHRISTMASSE DAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NEW YEAR DAY - TO MRS. DUNLOP by ROBERT BURNS |