IN time to come, if such a crime should be As Parricide, (foul villany!) A clove of garlic would revenge that evil; (Rare dish for ploughmen, or the Devil!) Accursed root! how does it jounce and claw! It works like ratsbane in my maw. What witch contriv'd this strat'gem for my breath! Poison'd at once, and stunk to death; With this vile juice Medea sure did 'noint Jason, her love, in every joint; When untam'd bulls in yokes he led along, This made his manhood smell so strong: This gave her dragon venom to his sting, And set the hag upon the wing. I burn, I parch, as dry as dust I am, Such drought on Puglia never came. Alcides could not bear so much as I, He oft was wet, but never dry. Maecenas! do but taste of your own treat, And what you gave your poet, eat; Then go to bed, and court your mistress there, She'll never kiss you I dare swear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE NEW TIMON AND THE POETS by ALFRED TENNYSON BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) |