One that I cherished, Yea, loved as a son -- Up early, up late with, My promising one: No use in good nurture, None, lads, none! Here on this settle He wore the true crown, King of good fellows, And Fat Jack was one -- Now, Beadle of England In formal array -- Best fellow alive On a throne flung away! Companions and cronies Keep fast and lament; -- Come drawer, more sack here To drown discontent; For now intuitions Shall wither to codes, Pragmatical morals Shall libel the gods. -- One I instructed, Yea, talked to -- alone: Precept -- example Clean away thrown! (Sorrow makes thisty: Sack, drawer, more sack! --) One that I prayed for, I, Honest Jack! -- To bring down these gray hairs -- To cut his old pal! But, I'll be magnanimous -- Here's to thee, Hal! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE by THOMAS HARDY SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SAINT MAY: A CITY LYRIC by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY TAKE YOUR CHOICE: OR HERE'S GRANTLAND RICE'S METHOD by BERTON BRALEY |