A ha ha ha! this world doth pass Most merrily, most merrily, I'll be sworn, For many an honest Indian ass Goes for a unicorn. Farra diddle diddle dyno, This is idle idle fyno. Tygh hygh, tygh hygh! O sweet delight, He tickles this age that can Call Tullia's ape a marmosyte And Leda's goose a swan. Farra diddle, diddle dyno, This is idle idle fyno. So so, so so! fine English days, For false play is no reproach, For he that doth the coachman praise, May safety use the coach. Farra diddle diddle dyno, This is idle idle fyno. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |