Old Father Bald Pate,
Ring the bells Aldgate.
Maids in white aprons,
Ring the bells at St. Catherine`s.
Oranges and Lemons,
Ring the bells at St. Clement`s.
When will you pay me?
Ring the bells at the Old Bailey.
When I am rich,
Ring the bells at Fleetditch.
When will that be?
Ring the bells of Stepney.
When I am old,
Ring the great bell at Paul`s.
The sky is full of stars, and LoveAs full of woes as any:Believe me, that do know the elf,And make no trial by thyself!It is in truth a pretty toyFor babes to play withal:But O, the honies of our youthAre oft our age’s gall:Self-proof in time will make thee knowHe was a prophet told thee…
Digesting a mans sayings –A sneakthief nibbling in the shadowsAt the shape of a poet`s thunderous phrases –How unutterably strange!And the pilfering parasite none the wiserFor the words he has swallowed.
Through rapids vitriolic and cataracts obtuseTo it’s final foul mutterings in The Bay of Catcalls
She will inconstant prove,I greatly fear it.She so torments my mindThat my strength faileth,And wavers with the windAs a ship saileth.Please her the best I may,She loves still to gainsay;Alack and well-a-day!Phillada flouts me.At the fair yesterdayShe did pass by me;She look’d another wayAnd would not spy me:I woo’d her for to dine,But could not…
Knightes that were sometyme in londeFerli fele wolde fondeAnd sechen aventures bi night and dai,Hou thai mighte here strengthe asai;So dede a knyght, Sire Degarree:Ich wille you telle wat man was he.In Litel Bretaygne was a kyngOf gret poer in all thing,Stif in armes under sscheld,And mochel idouted in the feld.Ther nas no man, verraiment,That…
Is ‘t not fine to dance and singWhen the bells of death do ring?Is ‘t not fine to swim in wine,And turn upon the toe,And sing hey nonny no!When the winds blow and the seas flow?Hey nonny no!
