FABULLUS, I will treat you handsomely Shortly, if the kind gods will favour thee. If thou dost bring with thee a del'cate mess, An olio or so, a pretty lass, Brisk wine, sharp tales, all sorts of drollery. These if thou bring'st, I say, along with thee, You shall feed highly, friend; for know, the ebbs Of my lank purse are full of spiders' webs. But then again you shall receive clear love, Or what more grateful or more sweet may prove: For with an ointment I will favour thee, My Venuses and Cupids gave to me, Of which once smelt, the gods thou wilt implore, Fabullus, that they'd make thee nose all o'er. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY THE BATTLE OF THE PIGMIES AND THE CRANES by JAMES BEATTIE WISCONSIN by CORA BLAKESLEE BEEBE THE BANKS OF NITH by ROBERT BURNS WHOM THE GODS LOVE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TO THE COUNTESS OF ANGLESEY UPON THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND by THOMAS CAREW |