SO, NOW IS COME OUR JOYFULST FEAST
So, now is come our joyfulst feast. Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is drest. And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine Round your foreheads garlands twine; Drown sorrow in a cup of wine. And let us all be merry. Now all our neighbours' chimnies smoke. And Christmas logs are burning; Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie; And if for cold it hap to die. We’ll bury’t -in a Christmas pie. And evermore be merry. Ned Squash hath fetched his bands from pawn. And all his best apparel; Brisk Ned hath bought a ruff of lawn With droppings of the barrel; And those that hardly all the year Nad bread to eat or rags to wear Will have both clothes and dainty fare. And all the day be merry. George Wither, Juvenilia. 2
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New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8612, 24 December 1913, Page 9
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162SO, NOW IS COME OUR JOYFULST FEAST New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8612, 24 December 1913, Page 9
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