A ha ha ha! this world doth pass Most merrily, most merrily, I'll be sworn, For many an honest Indian ass Goes for a unicorn. Farra diddle diddle dyno, This is idle idle fyno. Tygh hygh, tygh hygh! O sweet delight, He tickles this age that can Call Tullia's ape a marmosyte And Leda's goose a swan. Farra diddle, diddle dyno, This is idle idle fyno. So so, so so! fine English days, For false play is no reproach, For he that doth the coachman praise, May safety use the coach. Farra diddle diddle dyno, This is idle idle fyno. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE ECHO AND SILENCE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES SOJOURN IN THE WHALE by MARIANNE MOORE THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BANJO FIEND by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER |