Now Ben had sail'd to many a place That's underneath the world; But in two years the ship came home, And all her sails were furl'd. But when he call'd on Sally Brown, To see how she got on, He found she'd got another Ben, Whose Christian-name was John. "Oh, Sally Brown, Oh, Sally Brown, How could you serve me so, I've met with many a breeze before, But never such a blow!" Then reading on his 'bacco box, He heav'd a heavy sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried to sing "All's Well," But could not, though he tried; His head was turn'd, and so he chew'd His pigtail till he died. His death, which happen'd in his birth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton toll'd the bell. BIANCA'S DREAM. A VENETIAN STORY. 1. BIANCA -fair Bianca !-who could dwell II. So that, wherever in her charms she shone, A thousand breasts were kindled into flame ; In short, to take our haberdasher's hints, III. She was, in truth, the wonder of her sex, At least in Venice-where with eyes of brown Tenderly languid, ladies seldom vex An amorous gentle with a needless frown; Where gondolas convey guitars by pecks, And love at casements climbeth up and down, Whom for his tricks and custom in that kind, Some have considered a Venetian blind. IV. Howbeit, this difference was quickly taught, Amongst more youths who had this cruel jailor, To hapless Julio-all in vain he sought With each new moon his hatter and his tailor; In vain the richest padusoy he bought, And went in bran new beaver to assail her— As if to show that Love had made him smart All over-and not merely round his heart. V. In vain he labour'd thro' the sylvan park No one was touched or troubled by his flame, Except the Dryads, those old maids that grow In trees,-like wooden dolls in embryo. |