English poem
On The High Price Of Fish.
Cocoa-nut naught, Fish too dear, None must be bought For us that are here: No lobster on earth, That ever I saw, To me would be worth Sixpence a claw. So, dear madam, wait Till fish can be got At a reas'nable rate, Whether lobster or not; Till the French and the Dutch Have quitted the seas, And then send as much And as oft as you please.
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- On the Engraver of his Portrait.[1]
- On The Gunpowder Plot.[1]
- On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean.
- On The Loss Of The Royal George
- On The Neglect Of Homer.
- On The Platonic 'Ideal' As It Was Understood By Aristotle.