What creature's this with his short hairs, His little band, and huge long ears, That this new faith hath founded? The Puritans were never such; The Saints themselves had ne'er so much;5 Oh, such a knave's a Roundhead. What's he that doth the Bishops hate, And count their calling reprobate, Cause by the Pope propounded, And wish the King confounded; COME, DRAWER, SOME WINE Come, Drawer, some wine, Or we'll pull down the sign, We'll make the house ring ΙΟ 15 For we are all jovial compounders: 15 And next, who e'er sees, 20 We drink on our knees, To the King, may he thirst that repines; A fig for those traitors That look to our waters, They have nothing to do with our wines. IO And next, here's a cup To the Queen; fill it up! A brewer may make his foes to flee, Were it poison we would make an end Lieutenant-General may be, See all them that wrongs them at And next, here's three bowls To all gallant souls 25 Which nobody can deny. 20 Now here remains the strangest thing, How this brewer about his liquor did bring, That for the King did, and will venture; To be an Emperor or a King, May they flourish when those 30 Which nobody can deny. That are his, and their foes, tay in Pove the literary curtators of the timer. both fam ons taustaiters of Satin 1 the 1. 1. Fraile, dind Lucidity of arrangement 3. delicacy of Teache 1. THE AGE OF CLASSICISM JOHN DRYDEN (1631-1700) Whate'er he did was done with so much They who, when Saul was dead, without a Thus worn and weakened, well or ill content, Submit they must to David's government: Impoverished and deprived of all command, Their taxes doubled as they lost their land; And, what was harder yet to flesh and blood, 96 Their gods disgraced, and burnt like common wood. This set the heathen priesthood in a flame, For 'twas their duty, all the learned think, To espouse his cause by whom they eat and drink. From hence began that Plot, the nation's curse, Bad in itself, but represented worse, quence; For as, when raging fevers boil the blood, The standing lake soon floats into a flood, And every hostile humor which before Slept quiet in its channels bubbles o'er; So several factions from this first ferment Work up to foam and threat the govern |