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Hours, when the Poet's words and looks
Had yet their native glow : ,
Had made him talk for show;
He flash'd his random speeches;
His literary leeches ;
So mix for ever with the past,
Like all good things on earth!
At half thy real worth?
With time I will not quarrel:
That makes me maudlin-moral.
Head-waiter of the chop-house here,
To which I most resort,
For this good pint of port.
For this, thou shalt from all things suck
Marrow of mirth and laughter;
Shall fling her old shoe after.
But thou wilt never move from hence,
The sphere thy fate allots :
Go down among the pots :
In haunts of hungry sinners,
Of thirty thousand dinners.
We fret, we fume, would shift our skins,
Would quarrel with our lot ;
To serve the hot-and-hot ;
Returning like the pewit,
That trifle with the cruet.
194 WILL WATERPROOF's LYRICAL MONOLOGUE.
Live long, ere from thy topmost head
The thick-set hazel dies ; ..
The corners of thine eyes :
Our changeful equinoxes,
Shall call thee from the boxes.
But when he calls, and thou shalt cease
To pace the gritted floor,
Of life, shall earn no more ;
Shall show thee past to Heaven ;
A pint-pot, neatly graven.
Lord Ronald courted Lady Clare,
I trow they did not part in scorn ;
And they will wed the morrow morn.
“He does not love me for my birth,
Nor for my lands so broad and fair ; He loves me for my own true worth,
And that is well,” said Lady Clare.
In there came old Alice the nurse,
Said, “ Who was this thąt went from thee?" “ It was my cousin,” said Lady Clare,
“ To-morrow he weds with me.”
"O God be thank’d!” said Alice the nurse,
“ That all comes round so just and fair: Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands,
And you are not the Lady Clare.”
“ Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?"
Said Lady Clare, “ that ye speak so wild ?” “ As God's above !” said Alice the nurse,
“ I speak the truth: you are my child.
“ The old Earl's daughter died at my breast:
I speak the truth, as I live by bread!
And put my child in her stead."
. “Falsely, falsely have ye done,
O mother,” she said, “ if this be true,
So many years from his due.”