Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WANDERING PILGRIM, by MATTHEW PRIOR Poet's Biography First Line: Will piggot must to coxwould go Last Line: Thus william's wishes crown. Subject(s): Fortune; Knights & Knighthood; Pilgrimages & Pilgrims; Truth | ||||||||
WILL PIGGOT must to Coxwould go, To live, alas! in want, Unless Sir Thomas say, No, no; The allowance is too scant. The gracious knight full well does weet, Ten farthings ne'er will do To keep a man each day in meat, Some bread to meat is due. A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale, Pure element no life can give, Or mortal soul regale. Spare diet, and spring-water clear, Physicians hold are good; Who diets thus, need never fear A fever in the blood. But pass -- the AEsculapian crew, Who eat and quaff the best, They seldom miss to bake and brew, Or lin to break their fast. Could Yorkshire-tyke but do the same, Then he like them might thrive; But Fortune, Fortune, cruel dame! To starve thou dost him drive. In Will's old Master's plenteous days, His memory e'er be blessed! What need of speaking in his praise? His goodness stands confessed. At his famed gate stood Charity, In lovely sweet array; Ceres and Hospitality Dwelt there both night and day. But, to conclude, and be concise, Truth must Will's voucher be, Truth never yet went in disguise, For naked still is she. There is but one, but one alone, Can set the pilgrim free, And make him cease to pine and moan; O Frankland! it is thee. Oh! save him from a dreary way, To Coxwould he must hie, Bereft of thee, he wends astray, At Coxwould he must die. Oh! let him in thy hall but stand, And wear a porter's gown, Duteous to what thou mayst command, Thus William's wishes crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INCLINED TO SPEAK by LAWRENCE JOSEPH WHAT IS TRUTH? by JOHN BOWRING EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV LYING MY HEAD OFF by CATE MARVIN TRUTH SERUM by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY A BETTER ANSWER (TO CHLOE JEALOUS) by MATTHEW PRIOR A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR A LETTER TO LADY [MISS] MARGARET-CAVANDISH-HOLLES-HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD by MATTHEW PRIOR |
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