Now, now the mirth comes With the cake full of plums, Where Beane's the King of the sport here; Beside we must know, The Pea also Must revell, as Queene, in the Court here. Begin then to chuse, (This night as ye use) Who shall for the present delight here, Be a King by the lot, And who shall not Be Twelfe-day Queene for the night here. Which knowne, let us make Joy-sops with the cake; And let not a man then be seen here, Who unurg'd will not drinke To the base from the brink A health to the King and the Queene here. Next crowne the bowle full With gentle lambs-wooll; Adde sugar, nutmeg and ginger, With store of ale too; And thus ye must doe To make the wassaile a swinger. Give then to the King And Queene wassailing; And though with ale ye be whet here; Yet part ye from hence, As free from offence, As when ye innocent met here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE STORM AT SEA (1) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 42. AL-JAMIL by EDWIN ARNOLD |