The scarlet she wears, and the gold-laced shoe; May every knight as Sir Thor prove true! Sir Thor to his faith was steady and true, And true to her troth was the lady too. p. 22A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE p. 22 Who starves his wife, And denies her clothing? Bright the Shaker, The humbug Quaker! Merrily danced the Quaker’s wife, Merrily danced the Quaker; But the wife of Bright is too starved to dance, And he’s too fat to caper. He grudges the wretch a morsel of food, He grudges her even clothing; Once, ’tis said, to the cupboard she stole, But there to steal found nothing. p. 23But Bright’s as fat as a bacon hog, The old outrageous sinner; For he will stuff at any fool’s cost, Who’ll ask him home to dinner. p. 23 Merrily danced the Quaker’s wife, Merrily danced the Quaker; But the wife of Bright is too starved to dance, And he’s too fat to caper. Who starves his wife, And denies her clothing? Bright the Shaker, The humbug Quaker! p. 24ODE FROM ANACREON p. 24 The earth to drink does not disdain, The trees drink of the earth full fain. Of the light air the sea drinks free, The red sun drinketh from the sea, And the red sun, at pride of noon, I’ve seen drunk up by the pale moon. Then why, friend, with me prove in ire, That I to drink too feel desire? p. 25LINES FROM THE ITALIAN p. 25
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