Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,

Do I view the world as a vale of tears?’Ah, reverend sir, not I!What I viewed there once, what I view againWhere the physic bottles standOn the table’s edge, -is a suburb lane,With a wall to my bedside hand.That lane sloped, much as the bottles do,From a house you could descryO’er the garden-wall: is the…

Sit down and all shall happen as you wish.You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?I’ll work then for your friend’s friend, never fear,Treat his own subject after his own way,Fix his own time, accept too his own price,And shut the money into this small handWhen next it takes mine. Will it? tenderly?Oh,…

(This man’s-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste,To coop up and keep down on earth a spaceThat puff of vapour from his mouth, man’s soul)– To Abib, all-sagacious in our art,Breeder in me of what poor skill I boast,Like me inquisitive how pricks and cracksBefall the flesh through too much…

And, pressing a troop unable to stoopAnd see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,Marched them along, fifty score strong,Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.God for King Charles! Pym and such carlesTo the Devil that prompts ’em their treasonous parles!Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup,Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor supTill you’re-(Chorus)Marching along, fifty-score…

Is, it can throw(Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red,Now a dart of blueTill my friends have saidThey would fain see, too,My star that dartles the red and the blue!Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.What matter to me if their star…

Hist, but a word, fair and soft!Forth and be judged, Master Hugues!Answer the question I’ve put you so oft:What do you mean by your mountainous fugues?See, we’re alone in the loft,—II.I, the poor organist here,Hugues, the composer of note,Dead though, and done with, this many a year:Let’s have a colloquy, something to quote,Make the world…