The bird, that's fetch't from Phasis floud, Or choicest hennes of Africk-brood; These please our palates. and why these? 'Cause they can but seldome please. Whil'st the goose soe goodly white, And the drake yeeld noe delight, Though his wings conceited hewe Paint each feather, as if new. These for vulgar stomacks be, And rellish not of rarity. But the dainty Scarus, sought In farthest clime; what e're is bought With shipwracks toile, Oh, that is sweet, 'Cause the quicksands hanselld it. The pretious Barbill, now groune rife, Is cloying meat. How stale is Wife? Deare wife hath ne're a handsome letter, Sweet mistris sounds a great deale better. Rose quakes at name of Cinnamon. Unlesse't be rare, what's thought upon? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE CENCI; A TRAGEDY: ACTS 4-5 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN A BURIAL-GROUND .. SOCIETY OF FRIENDS by BERNARD BARTON SONNET ON MOOR PARK; FORMERLY THE SEAT OF SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |