A FRIEND I met some half-hour since-- 'Good-morrow, Jack!' quoth I; The new-made Knight, like any Prince, Frowned, nodded, and passed by; When up came Jem--'Sir John, your slave!' 'Ah, James; we dine at eight-- Fail not--'(low bows the supple knave) 'Don't make my lady wait.' The King can do no wrong? As I'm a sinner, He's spoilt an honest tradesman and my dinner. |