On the University Carrier
Who sickened in the time of his Vacancy, being forbid to go to London by reason of the Plague.
Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt,
And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt;
Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one
He’s here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
’T was such a shifter that, if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten years full
Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
And surely Death could never have prevailed,
Had not his weekly course of carriage failed;
But lately, finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journey’s end was come,
And that he had ta’en up his latest Inn,
In the kind office of a Chamberlin
Showed him his room where he must lodge that night,
Pulled off his boots, and took away the light.
If any ask for him, it shall be said,
“Hobson has supped, and ’s newly gone to bed.”
Altre opere di John Milton...
On the University Carrier Who Sickn’D in the Time of His Vacancy, Being Forbid to Go to London, by Reason of the Plague
Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke… And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt… Or els the ways being foul, twenty to on… He’s here stuck in a slough, and overthr… ’Twas such a shifter, that if truth were…
Lycidas
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once m… Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and c… And with forc’d fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing…
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