Poetical works of the late F. Sayers to which have been prefixed the connected disquisitions on the rise and progress of English poetry, and on English metres, and also some biographic particulars of the author, supplied by W. Taylor |
A FRAGMENT
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A FRAGMENT
FROM A COMEDY OF EUBULUS.
O Jove most honour'd, if I e'er speak illOf women, may I perish!—what?—of women?
Why they're the best of all thy precious gifts.
Let's grant Medea bad—Penelope
Was sure a none-such—then, perhaps, you'll tell me
That Clytemnestra was a sorry jade;
Go to!—I'll stop your prating with—Alcestis—
Phædra you'll urge was wicked—well, I know it,
But then 'gainst her I bring you—let me see—
'Gainst her I bring—whom?—whom?—Alas! alas!
How soon my stock of virtuous dames is spent,
While a long list of bad ones still remains.
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