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[Jennifer J. Leong Cardwell, j_leongcardwell@yahoo.com, transcription July 2017] | [Jennifer J. Leong Cardwell, j_leongcardwell@yahoo.com, transcription July 2017] | ||
And swear by | And swear by Styx, and all the powers below | ||
In good old heathen days twas never so. | In good old heathen days twas never so. | ||
Ah! what avails it, that in days of yore | Ah! what avails it, that in days of yore | ||
Th' instructive [cashes?] of the brick I bore! | |||
For four long years with logic | For four long years with logic stuff'd my head | ||
And feeding thought went | And feeding thought went supperless to bed, | ||
Since you with whom my lot afloat is thrown | Since you with whom my lot afloat is thrown | ||
(O elegance of taste to land unknown) | (O elegance of taste to land unknown) | ||
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Who mends your morals, than who mends your shoes. | Who mends your morals, than who mends your shoes. | ||
But Crispin [note: literary reference to "shoemaker"] saves your purse you answer. True. [note: "True." faded] | But Crispin [note: literary reference to "shoemaker"] saves your purse you answer. True. [note: "True." faded] | ||
Nor does your friend [ | Nor does your friend with[ou]t his offerings Sue; | ||
Whenever compelled to use the fragrant hole | Whenever compelled to use the fragrant hole | ||
In some [ | In some bye [note: meaning "out of the way"] nook I'll leave a moral scrowl; | ||
The moral | The moral scrowl who next succeeds may reach, | ||
And to his | And to his brains apply it, on his breach, | ||
Thus shall your | Thus shall your finger find a just excuse | ||
And one Sea Chaplain boasts his works of | And one Sea Chaplain boasts his works of use. | ||
And as yourselves | And as yourselves from time to time repair | ||
To drop the | To drop the relicts of digestion there. | ||
Sh'll may your Pork as easy exit gain | |||
Nor make you from one ugly glare in vain | Nor make you from one ugly glare in vain | ||
Sh'll may your flip refin'd to amber flow | |||
In streams salubrious to the brine below; | In streams salubrious to the brine below; | ||
Nor ever in too hot a | Nor ever in too hot a current hiss | ||
But may all holes prove innocent like this; | But may all holes prove innocent like this; | ||
Thus grant my | Thus grant my suit ( as grant unhurt yon may | ||
your Chaplain then, | your Chaplain then, (with[ou]t flour groats) will pray | ||
(a centered line of forward slashes in pairs, for a total of 11, and cut across the middle by tilde-like characters to denote the end of the entry.) | (a centered line of forward slashes in pairs, for a total of 11, and cut across the middle by tilde-like characters to denote the end of the entry.) | ||
Latest revision as of 19:30, 12 August 2017
[Jennifer J. Leong Cardwell, j_leongcardwell@yahoo.com, transcription July 2017] And swear by Styx, and all the powers below In good old heathen days twas never so. Ah! what avails it, that in days of yore Th' instructive [cashes?] of the brick I bore! For four long years with logic stuff'd my head And feeding thought went supperless to bed, Since you with whom my lot afloat is thrown (O elegance of taste to land unknown) Superior reverences to the man refuse [note: "refuse" being used as modifier "the wasted man"] Who mends your morals, than who mends your shoes. But Crispin [note: literary reference to "shoemaker"] saves your purse you answer. True. [note: "True." faded] Nor does your friend with[ou]t his offerings Sue; Whenever compelled to use the fragrant hole In some bye [note: meaning "out of the way"] nook I'll leave a moral scrowl; The moral scrowl who next succeeds may reach, And to his brains apply it, on his breach, Thus shall your finger find a just excuse And one Sea Chaplain boasts his works of use. And as yourselves from time to time repair To drop the relicts of digestion there. Sh'll may your Pork as easy exit gain Nor make you from one ugly glare in vain Sh'll may your flip refin'd to amber flow In streams salubrious to the brine below; Nor ever in too hot a current hiss But may all holes prove innocent like this; Thus grant my suit ( as grant unhurt yon may your Chaplain then, (with[ou]t flour groats) will pray (a centered line of forward slashes in pairs, for a total of 11, and cut across the middle by tilde-like characters to denote the end of the entry.)