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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEING TREATED; TO ELLINDA, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: For cherries plenty, and for corans Last Line: Lovelace richard. | |||
FOR cherries plenty, and for corans Enough for fifty, were there more on's; For ells of beer, flutes of canary That well did wash down pasties-mary; For peason, chickens, sauces high, Pig, and the widow ven'son-pie, With certain promise, to your brother, Of the virginity of another, Where it is thought I too may peep in With knuckles far as any deep in; For glasses, heads, hands, bellies full Of wine and loin right-worshipful; Whether all of, or more behind-a: Thanks, freest, freshest, fair Ellinda. Thanks for my visit not disdaining, Or, at the least, thanks for your feigning; For if your mercy door were lock'd well, I should be justly soundly knock'd well, 'Cause that in dogg'rel I did mutter Not one rhyme to you from dam-Rotter Next beg I to present my duty To pregnant sister in prime beauty, Whom well I deem, ere few months elder, Will take out Hans from pretty kelder; And to the sweetly fair Mabella, A match that vies with Arabella; In each respect but the misfortune, Fortune, Fate, I thee importune. Nor must I pass the lovely Alice, Whose health I'd quaff in golden chalice; But since that fate hath made me neuter, I only can in beaker pewter. But who'd forget, or yet left unsung, The doughty acts of George the young son, Who yesterday, to save his sister, Had slain the snake, had he not miss'd her? But I shall leave him till a nag on He gets to prosecute the dragon; And then with help of sun and taper, Fill with his deeds twelve reams of paper, That Amadis, Sir Guy and Topaz With his fleet neigher shall keep no pace. But now to close all I must switch hard, Servant ever, Lovelace Richard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (1) by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (2) by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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