The Times Whistle: Or A New Dance of Seven Satiers, and Other PoemsJoseph Meadows Cowper |
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Page v - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
Page 153 - To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities: But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship ! Wor.
Page ii - Publications for 1865 and 1866 are out of print, but a separate subscription has been opened for their immediate reprint. The Texts for 1864 and all but three for 1865 have been reprinted.
Page ii - The Publications for 1868 (one guinea) are ; — .11. Myrc's Duties of a Parish Priest, in Verse, ab. 1420 AD, ed. E. Peacock. 4s. 32. The Babees Book, TJrbanitatis, the Bokes of Norture of John Russell and Hugh Rhodes, the Bokes of Keruyng, Curtasye. 'and Demeanour, &c., with some French and Latin Poems on like subjects, ed. from Harleian and other MSS. by PJ Purnivall.
Page xv - Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Page xxx - IF ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place : Rake the fier up, and get Water in, ere sun be set. Wash your pailes, and dense your dairies ; Sluts are loathsome to the fairies ; Sweep your house ; who doth not so, Mab will pinch her by the toe.
Page xxx - And though they sweepe theyr hearths no less Then maydes were wont to doe, Yet who of late for cleaneliness, Finds sixe-pence in her shoe ? Lament, lament, old abbies, The Fanes lost command ; They did but change priests...
Page xviii - Mask'd in the show of meal-mouth'd poesies. Go, daring Muse, on with thy thankless task, And do the ugly face of Vice unmask : And if thou canst not thine high flight remit. So as it mought a lowly satire fit, Let lowly satires rise aloft to thee : Truth be thy speed, and Truth thy patron be.
Page xi - With my wife only to take the ayre, it being very warm and pleasant, to Bowe and Old Ford: and thence to Hackney. There light, and played at shuffle-board, eat cream and good cherries: and so with good refreshment home.