O for a bowl of fat canary, Rich Aristippus, sparkling sherry! Some nectar else from Juno's dairy; O these draughts would make us merry! O for a wench! I deal in faces, And in other daintier things; Tickled am I with her embraces; Fine dancing in such fairy rings! O for a plump, fat leg of mutton, Veal, lamb, capon, pig, and coney! None is happy but a glutton, None an ass, but who wants money. Wines indeed, and girls are good; But brave victuals feast the blood; For wenches, wine and lusty cheer, Jove would come down to surfeit here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE THE OLD SERGEANT by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON PICKEN O' SCROFF by WILLIAM BARNES AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES LOVES ADVENTURE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 33 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE COMPLAINT OF NATURE by MICHAEL BRUCE EPIGRAM ON MISS DAVIES; LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW AT MOFFAT INN by ROBERT BURNS |