MADGE: YE HOYDEN XI Then came that hell-born cloven thing- XII Ye divell had him in his power, and not colde Robin say thereto: Soe Robin from that very houre did what that divell bade him do; He wooed and clipt, and on a daye sr. Tomas' wife and Robin flewe a many leagues away. XIII Sir Tomas ben wood wroth and swore, And sometime strode thro' leaf & brake and knockit at ye cottage door and thus to Madge, ye hoyden, spake: Saies, "I wolde have you ffor mine own, So come with mee & bee my make, syn tother birds ben flown." XIV But Madge, ye hoyden, bade him noe; And, tho' he doth despight me soe, ffor whiles I bee on live I will ffor Robin's coming pray!" 21 XV Soe Madge, ye hoyden, kneelt & prayed that Godde sholde send her Robin backe. And tho' ye folke vast scoffing made, and tho' ye worlde ben colde and blacke, And tho', as moneths dragged away, ye hoyden's harte ben like to crack With griff, she still did praye. XVI Sicke of that divell's damned charmes, THE BIBLIOMANIAC'S PRAYER KEEP me, I pray, in wisdom's way Of first editions, and of prints. Direct me in some godly walk Which leads away from bookish strife, But if, O Lord, it pleaseth Thee I humbly ask that I may be THE TRUTH ABOUT HORACE Let my temptation be a book, Which I shall purchase, hold, and keep, As in rare copperplates abounds, THE TRUTH ABOUT HORACE It is very aggravating To hear the solemn prating Of the fossils who are stating That old Horace was a prude; When we know that with the ladies There's really not much harm in a So they'd squelch the muse caloric, What old Horace meant for facts. We have always thought 'em lazy; That was very much alive! And the wisest of us know him It is No. 25. 23 He was a very owl, sir, With a massic-laden ditty He painted up the city, And Mæcenas paid the freight! OUR TWO OPINIONS Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Some small deeff'rence, I'll allow. 'Nd I havin' my opinyin uv him. Grew up together 'nd would n't speak, 'Nd I havin' my opinyin uv him. But down in Tennessee one night Ther' wuz sound uv firin' fur away, 'Nd the sergeant allowed ther' 'd be a fight With the Johnnie Rebs some time nex' day; 'Nd as I wuz thinkin' uv Lizzie 'nd home Jim stood afore me, long 'nd slim, He havin' his opinyin uv me, 'Nd I havin' my opinyin uv him. LITTLE MACK Seemed like we knew there wuz goin' to be Us two shuck hands, did Jim 'nd me, 'Nd he havin' his opinyin uv me. Jim never come back from the war again, Made up 'nd shuck hands, afore the fight. He havin' his opinyin uv me, 'Nd I havin' my opinyin uv him. 25 LITTLE MACK THIS talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, In architecture he is what you'd call a chunky man, Of little Mack. |