A FRIEND I met some half-hour since-- 'Good-morrow, Jack!' quoth I; The new-made Knight, like any Prince, Frowned, nodded, and passed by; When up came Jem--'Sir John, your slave!' 'Ah, James; we dine at eight-- Fail not--'(low bows the supple knave) 'Don't make my lady wait.' The King can do no wrong? As I'm a sinner, He's spoilt an honest tradesman and my dinner. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM RUTH by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON AT THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL by WILLIAM E. BROOKS IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |