English Satires eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about English Satires.

English Satires eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about English Satires.

  Then to the Cheap I ’gan me drawn,[106]
  Where much people I saw for to stand;
  One offered me velvet, silk, and lawn;
  Another he taketh me by the hand,
  “Here is Paris thread, the finest in the land”;
  I never was used to such things indeed;
  And, wanting money, I might not speed.

  Then went I forth by London stone,
  Throughout all the Canwick Street;
  Drapers much cloth me offered anon;
  Then comes me one cried, “Hot sheep’s feet!”
  One cried, “Mackarel!” “Rushes green!” another ’gan greet;[107]
  One bade me buy a hood to cover my head;
  But for want of money I might not be sped.

  Then I hied me into East Cheap: 
  One cries “Ribs of beef and many a pie!”
  Pewter pots they clattered on a heap;
  There was harpe, pipe, and minstrelsy: 
  “Yea, by cock!” “Nay, by cock!” some began cry;
  Some sung of “Jenkin and Julian” for their meed;
  But, for lack of money, I might not speed.

  Then into Cornhill anon I yode
  Where there was much stolen gear among;
  I saw where hung my owne hood,
  That I had lost among the throng: 
  To buy my own hood I thought it wrong;
  I knew it as well as I did my creed;
  But, for lack of money, I could not speed.

  The Taverner took me by the sleeve;
  “Sir,” saith he, “will you our wine assay?”
  I answered, “That cannot much me grieve;
  A penny can do no more than it may.” 
  I drank a pint, and for it did pay;
  Yet, sore a-hungered from thence I yede;
  And, wanting money, I could not speed.

  Then hied I me to Billings-gate,
  And one cried, “Ho! go we hence!”
  I prayed a bargeman, for God’s sake,
  That he would spare me my expense. 
  “Thou ’scap’st not here,” quoth he, “under twopence;
  I list not yet bestow any almsdeed.” 
  Thus, lacking money, I could not speed.

  Then I conveyed me into Kent;
  For of the law would I meddle no more. 
  Because no man to me took intent,
  I dight[108] me to do as I did before. 
  Now Jesus that in Bethlehem was bore[109],
  Save London and send true lawyers their meed! 
  For whoso wants money with them shall not speed.

[Footnote 97:  go to law.]

[Footnote 98:  crowd.]

[Footnote 99:  went then.]

[Footnote 100:  reward.]

[Footnote 101:  striped stuff.]

[Footnote 102:  exchange.]

[Footnote 103:  notice.]

[Footnote 104:  on the bough.]

[Footnote 105:  offer.]

[Footnote 106:  approach.]

[Footnote 107:  call.]

[Footnote 108:  set.]

[Footnote 109:  born.]

WILLIAM DUNBAR.

(1460-1520?)

V. THE DANCE OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS.

    One of Dunbar’s most telling satires, as well as one of the most
    powerful in the language.

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