Father John Burges, Necessity urges My woeful cry, To Sir Robert Pie: And that he will venter To send my debentur. Tell him his Ben Knew the time, when He loved the muses; Though now he refuses To take apprehension Of a year's pension, And more is behind: Put him in mind Christmas is near; And neither good cheer, Mirth, fooling, nor wit, Nor any least fit Of gambol, or sport Will come at the court. If there be no money, No plover, or cony Will come to the table, Or wine to enable The muse, or the poet, The parish will know it. Nor any quick-warming pan help him to bed, If the 'chequer be empty, so will be his head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN THE CONCLUSION OF A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. C --. by MARY BARBER |