The Riddles of Heraclitus and Democritus | ||
29
[Farre in the west I wot not wheare]
Farre in the west I wot not wheareAre trees men say which oisters beare,
I woonder how that comes about
Those oisters she not, out of doubt
And fall straight like a swarme of bees
At home here on our apple trees.
Growe they on trees, those oisters? fie:
Me thinkes it soundeth like a lie,
A kinde of trees, I know tis true,
In purpoole lane beare oisters new
And fish and flesh, and now and then
They beare (I tell you) honest men.
The Riddles of Heraclitus and Democritus | ||