The Schoolmaster Abroad
Caraf. I AM the bard——
Man . Peace, peace! I know you well.
I 've heard your verses, by the hour, sir, twanged
To rascal viols, through rogues' noses,—pah!
Just at my hour of sleep. I 'll have thee hanged
For scurvy rhymes. Thou 'st spread a plague so foul,
So foolish, that our women learn to spell;
Nay, kings decipher; and our lords are mad
Until they can write nonsense. Till thou cam'st,
We were all pure in happy ignorance,—
Content,—with love, sport, wine; and thought of nothing ,
Save what should be for dinner.
Man . Peace, peace! I know you well.
I 've heard your verses, by the hour, sir, twanged
To rascal viols, through rogues' noses,—pah!
Just at my hour of sleep. I 'll have thee hanged
For scurvy rhymes. Thou 'st spread a plague so foul,
So foolish, that our women learn to spell;
Nay, kings decipher; and our lords are mad
Until they can write nonsense. Till thou cam'st,
We were all pure in happy ignorance,—
Content,—with love, sport, wine; and thought of nothing ,
Save what should be for dinner.
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