Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GYPSIES METAMORPHOSED: JACKMAN'S SONG (1), by BEN JONSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From the famous peak of derby Last Line: We'd be loth to make a hurly. | ||||||||
From the famous Peak of Derby, And the Devil's Arse there hard by, Where we yearly keep our musters, Thus the Egyptians throng in clusters. Be not frighted with our fashion, Though we seem a tattered nation; We account our rags our riches, So our tricks exceed our stitches. Give us bacon, rinds of walnuts, Shells of cockles, and of small nuts, Ribands, bells, and saffroned linen, All the world is ours to win in. Knacks we have that will delight you, Slights of hand that will invite you To endure our tawny faces, And not cause you cut your laces. All your fortunes we can tell ye, Be they for the back or belly: In the moods too, and the tenses, That may fit your fine five senses. Draw but then your gloves, we pray you, And sit still, we will not fray you; For though we be here at Burleigh, We'd be loth to make a hurly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON |
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