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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Erle Robert's Mice. In Chaucer's Style</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tway Mice, full Blythe and Amicable,<br>Batten beside Erle Robert's Table.<br>Lies there ne Trap their Necks to catch,<br>Ne old black Cat their Steps to watch.<br>Their Fill they eat of Fowl and Fish;<br>Feast-lyche as Heart of Mouse mote wish.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As Guests sat Jovial at the Board,<br>Forth leap'd our Mice: Eftsoons the Lord<br>Of Boling, whilome John the Saint,<br>Who maketh oft Propos full queint,<br>Laugh'd jocund, and aloud He cry'd,<br>To Matthew seated on t'oth' side;<br>To Thee, lean Bard, it doth partain<br>To understand these Creatures Tweine.<br>Come frame Us now some clean Device,<br>Or playsant Rhime on yonder Mice:<br>They seem, God shield Me, Mat. and Charles.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bad as Sir Topaz, or 'Squire Quarles <br>(Matthew did for the nonce reply)<br>At Emblem, or Device am I:<br>But could I Chaunt, or Rhyme, pardie,<br>Clear as Dan Chaucer, or as Thee;<br>Ne Verse from Me (so God me shrive)<br>On Mouse, or other Beast alive.<br>Certes, I have these many Days<br>Sent myne Poetic Herd to graze.<br>Ne Armed Knight ydrad in War<br>With Lyon fierce will I compare:<br>Ne Judge unjust, with furred Fox,<br>Harming in Secret Guise the Flocks:<br>Ne Priest unworth of Goddess Coat,<br>To Swine ydrunk, or filthy Stoat.<br>Elk Similè farwell for aye,<br>From Elephant, I trow, to Flea.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Reply'd the friendlike Peer, I weene,<br>Matthew is angred on the Spleen.<br>Ne so, quoth Mat. ne shall be e'er,<br>With Wit that falleth all so fair:<br>Eftsoons, well weet Ye, mine Intent<br>Boweth to your Commaundement.<br>If by these Creatures Ye have seen,<br>Pourtrayed Charles and Matthew been;<br>Behoveth neet to wreck my Brain,<br>The rest in Order to explain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That Cup-board, where the Mice disport,<br>I liken to St. Stephen's Court:<br>Therein is Space enough, I trow,<br>For elke Comrade to come and goe:<br>And therein eke may Both be fed<br>With Shiver of the Wheaten Bread.<br>And when, as these mine Eyen survey,<br>They cease to skip, and squeak, and play;<br>Return they may to different Cells,<br>Auditing One, whilst t'other Tells.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dear Robert, quoth the Saint, whose Mind<br>In Bounteous Deed no Mean can bind;<br>Now as I hope to grow devout,<br>I deem this Matter well made out.<br>Laugh I, whilst thus I serious Pray?<br>Let that be wrought which Mat. doth say:<br>Yea, quoth the ERLE; but not to-day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a></strong></div>