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he great, He ne'er forgot the small; Like a fine old English gentleman All of the olden time. But time, though old, is strong in flight, And years rolled swiftly by; And Autumn's falling leaves proclaimed This good old man must die! He laid him down right tranquilly, Gave up life's latest sigh; And mournful stillness reigned around, And tears bedewed each eye, For this fine old English gentleman All of the olden time. Now surely this is better far Than all the new parade Of theaters and fancy balls, "At home" and masquerade: And much more economical, For all his bills were paid, Then leave your new vagaries quite, And take up the old trade Of a fine old English gentleman, All of the olden time. Unknown A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLY SENT TO A LADY A Little Saint best fits a little Shrine, A little Prop best fits a little Vine, As my small Cruse best fits my little Wine. A little Seed best fits a little Soil, A little Trade best fits a little Toil, As my small Jar best fits my little Oil. A little Bin best fits a little Bread, A little Garland fits a little Head, As my small Stuff best fits my little Shed. A little Hearth best fits a little Fire, A little Chapel fits a little Quire, As my small Bell best fits my little Spire. A little Stream best fits a little Boat, A little Lead best fits a little Float, As my small Pipe best fits my little Note. A little Meat best fits a little Belly, As sweetly, lady, give me leave to tell ye, This little Pipkin fits this little Jelly. Robert Herrick [1591-1674] CHIVALRY AT A DISCOUNT Fair cousin mine! the golden days Of old romance are over; And minstrels now care naught for bays, Nor damsels for a lover; And hearts are cold, and lips are mute That kindled once with passion, And now we've neither lance nor lute, And tilting's out of fashion. Yet weeping Beauty mourns the time When Love found words in flowers; When softest test sighs were breathed in rhyme, And sweetest songs in bowers; Now wedlock is a sober thing-- No more of chains or forges!-- A plain young man--a plain gold ring-- The curate--and St. George's. Then every cross-bow had a string, And every heart a fetter; And making love was quite the thing, And making verses better; And maiden-aunts were never seen, And gallant beaux were plenty; And lasses married at sixteen, And died at one-and-twenty. Then hawking was a noble sport, And
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