Three Men of Gotham Though thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere 1623. folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! 20 William Shakespeare. THREE MEN OF GOTHAM From Nightmare Abbey SEAMEN three! What men be ye? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine. And our ballast is old wine; And your ballast is old wine. Who art thou, so fast adrift? Wherefore so? 'T is Jove's decree, 7 In a bowl Care may not be. Fear ye not the waves that roll 14 What the charm that floats the bowl? The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine. And your ballast is old wine. 21 1818. Thomas Love Peacock. GOOD ALE From Gammer Gurton's Needle I CANNOT eat but little meat; I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare! But, belly, God send thee good ale enough; I love no roast but a nut-brown toast, A little bread shall do me stead, Much bread I not desire! No frost, nor snow, nor wind, I trow, I am so wrapt, and thoroughly lapt 12 20 A Winter Wish And Tyb, my wife, that as her life Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as Good Fellows should do, They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to; And all poor souls that have scoured bowls, Or have them lustily trowled, God save the lives of them and their wives, Whether they be young or old! 1575. John Still, or more probably, A WINTER WISH OLD wine to drink! Ay, give the slippery juice That drippeth from the grape thrown loose Within the tun; Plucked from beneath the cliff Of sunny-sided Teneriffe, And ripened 'neath the blink Of India's sun! Peat whiskey hot, 28 36 Tempered with well-boiled water! These make the long night shorter, Forgetting not Good stout old English porter. Old wood to burn! Ay, bring the hill-side beech From where the owlets meet and screech, The crackling pine, and cedar sweet; Dug 'neath the fern; The knotted oak, A fagot too, perhap, Whose bright flame, dancing, winking, Shall light us at our drinking; While the oozing sap Shall make sweet music to our thinking. Old books to read! Ay, bring those nodes of wit, The brazen-clasped, the vellum writ, Time-honored tomes! The same my grandsire scanned before, The well-earned meed Of Oxford's domes: Old Homer blind, Old Horace, rake Anacreon, by 13 26 Auld Lang Syne Mort Arthur's olden minstrelsie, Quaint Burton, quainter Spenser, ay! Nor leave behind The Holye Book by which we live and die. 43 Old friends to talk! Ay, bring those chosen few, The wise, the courtly, and the true, So rarely found; Him for my wine, him for my stud, Bring Walter good, With soulful Fred, and learned Will, These add a bouquet to my wine! If these I tine, Can books, or fire, or wine be good? 1838. 58 Robert Hinckley Messinger. AULD LANG SYNE SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, |