A SHABBY fellow chanced one day to meet The British Roscius in the street, Garrick, of whom our nation justly brags; The fellow hugged him with a kind embrace; -- "Good sir, I do not recollect your face," Quoth Garrick. "No?" replied the man of rags; "The boards of Drury you and I have trod Full many a time together, I am sure." "When?" with an oath, cried Garrick, "for, by G -- d, I never saw that face of yours before! What characters, I pray, Did you and I together play?" "Lord!" quoth the fellow, "think not that I mock -- When you played Hamlet, sir, I played the cock!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON THE SLAIN COLLEGIANS by HERMAN MELVILLE REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS A SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF SYLVIA by PHILIP AYRES STANZAS, COMPOSED WHILE WALKING ON WARREN HILL, EARLY SUMMER'S MORNING by BERNARD BARTON FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |