PEACE, beldam ugly! thou'lt not find M'ears bottles for enchanted wind; That breath of thine can only raise New storms, and discompose the seas. It may (assisted by the clatter) A Pigmaean army scatter Or move, without the smallest stream, Loretto's chapel once again, And blow St. Goodrick, while he prays, And knows not what it is he says, And helps false Latin with a hem From Finckly to Jerusalem; Or in th' Pacific sea supply The wind, that nature doth deny. What dost thou think, I can retain All this and sprout it out again, As a surcharged whale doth spew Old rivers to receive in new? Thou art deceiv'd: even Aeol's cave That can all other blasts receive, Would be too small to let in thine; How, then, the narrow ears of mine? Defect of organs may me cause By chance to pillorize an ass; Yet, should I shake his ears, they'd be, Though long, too strait to hearken thee. Yet if thou hast a mind to hear How high thy voice's merits are, Attend the Cham, and when he's din'd Skreek princes leave that have a mind; Or serve the States, thou'lt useful come, And have the pay of every drum; Or trudge to Utrecht, there outrun Dame Skurman's score of tongues, with one. But pray be still; O, now I fear, There may be torments for the ear! O, let me, when I chance to die, In Vulcan's anvil buried lie, Rather than hear thy tongue once knell, -- That Tom-a-Lincoln and Bow bell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |