. Carols of Cockayne. nd the dinner,May bring back belief in the dreams That I dreamd as a hopeful beginner. Ah ! my ballads, my songs, how I ve yearnd For the time to collect you and editA book that perhaps would have earnd, Not a name, but a quantum of d christen it Sweets for the Sweet, Or The Lyrics and Lays of a Lover ;And Simmondss Poems Complete, Should be printed in gold on the cover. 136 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. I have longed for the pleasures that gold Can procure—and I freely confess it:(For avarice grows, we are told, As the ipsa pecunia crescit.)If I had but a fortune—oh, then
. Carols of Cockayne. nd the dinner,May bring back belief in the dreams That I dreamd as a hopeful beginner. Ah ! my ballads, my songs, how I ve yearnd For the time to collect you and editA book that perhaps would have earnd, Not a name, but a quantum of d christen it Sweets for the Sweet, Or The Lyrics and Lays of a Lover ;And Simmondss Poems Complete, Should be printed in gold on the cover. 136 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. I have longed for the pleasures that gold Can procure—and I freely confess it:(For avarice grows, we are told, As the ipsa pecunia crescit.)If I had but a fortune—oh, then I could finish my course pretty gaily,With lots of the cleverest men In my circle to dine with me daily. T should give up my bachelor life When I met with a girl to adore me :With riches and fame and a wife, What a path would be open before me !My bliss would be trebly secure, And my future unclouded and d love me for love, I am sure : And, if not, she could love me for money ! 37 THE SWORD OF HAVE a friend in Eaton Place— A very wealthy man—Whose house is one I love to grace As often as I meats are always of the best, His wines are rich and rare ;A footman, elegantly drest, Keeps watch behind my chair. I like the meats—I love the wine—(For, give me leave to say, Tis very seldom that I dineIn that expensive way.) 133 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. But what is gold and silver plate,And what is dainty fare ? They cannot make me tolerateThe man behind my chair. Perchance I venture on a pun, A quip, or else a crank ;Amongst my auditors is one Whose face remains a hear the table in a roar, Loud laughter fills the air ;But no—it simply seems to bore The man behind my chair. I talk about my Lady This, Or else my Lady That ;Sometimes an Honourable Miss Comes in extremely quote the Earl of So-and-So, Of Such-and-Such a square ;But, socially, I feel below The man behind my chair. THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES. I 39 Upon the summit of my crown I have
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