Venturesome Boldness

A tailor came a-walking by, The fire of courage in his eye. "Where are you going Sir?" Said I.

"I slew a mouse In our house Where other tailors live," said he, "And not a Jack Among the pack Would dare to do the like; pardie! Therefore, I'm going out to try If there be greater men that I; Or in the land As bold a hand At wielding brand as I, you see!"

The tailor came a-limping by With woful face and clothes awry And all his courage gone to pie.

"I met a knight In armor bright And bade him stand and draw," said he; "He straightaway did As he was bid, And treated me outrageously. So I shall get me home again, And probably shall there remain. A little man. Sir, always can Be great with folk of less degree!"

H. Pyle

poem depicting: the dame in a chair with the pig sitting on the floor in front of her, the pig dancing in full dress, the pig in full dress bowing to a person, and the pig in full dress on bent knee before the lady he loved.]