(TO GEORGE SAINTSBURY) HERE, with little variation, Comes another 'cold collation.' Naught, indeed, the taste to tickle -- Coan lees, or roes in pickle; No comparison between a Severn lamprey and muraena; Nothing to derange the peptics Of the Scholars or the sceptics -- Only useful antiseptics! Naught for Bacchus, naught for Venus -- Nothing that Nasidienus Howsoever at a loss for Novelty, could find a sauce for; Naught, in truth, to please the palate Save the dressing of the sallet! If you care for such-like dishes, Take it -- with my best good wishes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TO HIS GRACE, GEORGE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND by PHILIP AYRES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |