It seemed obvious to choose a poem of despondency for today, to match the weather. But better to cheer up with a piece of rumpty thump silliness.
And yes please, I should love a bowl of hot, mulled, fat Canary right now to take the chill away & induce just the right amount of relaxed light-headedness.
Serving men’s song
Granichus:
Oh, for a bowl of fat Canary,
Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry,
Some nectar else, from Juno’s dairy;
Oh, these draughts would make us merry!
Psyllus:
Oh, for a wrench (I deal in faces,
And in other daintier things);
Tickled am I with her embraces,
Fine dancing in such fairy rings.
Manes:
Oh, for a plump fat leg of mutton,
Veal, lamb, capon, pig, and coney;
None is happy but a glutton,
None an ass but who wants money.
Chorus:
Wines indeed and girls are good,
But brave victuals feast the blood;
For wenches, wine, and lusty cheer,
Jove would leap down to surfeit here.
John Lyly
Link
Related posts
