The three tours of Doctor Syntax In search of 1. The picturesque, 2. Of consolation, 3. Of a wife. The text complete. [By William Combe] With four illustrations |
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Hearty.—
“My friend, complain not,—ere the sun
Has its next daily circuit run, Again you'll walk and jump and run.
Syntax.—
“Think not, dear Sir, that I complain
Of what no longer gives me pain:
Pain's not the burthen of my song; It is, that I've been doing wrong.
I only wish to-morrow's morn May find no more the rankling thorn,
Which, at this moment doth infest
With its sharp point my conscious breast.
Though, if repentance could but lull My grief for having play'd the fool,
Should well weigh'd hopes these thoughts beguile,
I shall not only run but smile.
But I will now exclaim no more; Soon will your friendly meal be o'er,
And though my mind is so opprest I look not for a wink of rest,
I will into my cabin creep, And there the widow's vigils keep,
Who broke my shins—and murders sleep.”
“My friend, complain not,—ere the sun
Has its next daily circuit run, Again you'll walk and jump and run.
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“Think not, dear Sir, that I complain
Of what no longer gives me pain:
Pain's not the burthen of my song; It is, that I've been doing wrong.
I only wish to-morrow's morn May find no more the rankling thorn,
Which, at this moment doth infest
With its sharp point my conscious breast.
Though, if repentance could but lull My grief for having play'd the fool,
Should well weigh'd hopes these thoughts beguile,
I shall not only run but smile.
But I will now exclaim no more; Soon will your friendly meal be o'er,
And though my mind is so opprest I look not for a wink of rest,
I will into my cabin creep, And there the widow's vigils keep,
Who broke my shins—and murders sleep.”
| The three tours of Doctor Syntax | |