<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ye Wives Who Scold & Fishes Sell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye Wives who scold fishes sell,<br>Or sing sell your fruit,<br>I want a wondrous thing to tell,<br>Then (if you can) be mute. <br>From some of You one Homer came,<br>Who wrote a ballad first,<br>For He knew neither Parents name<br>Nor livd where he was nurst<br>His verse in length exceeds us all<br>So when a crowd he drew,<br>Like you he got him to a stall,<br>spoke as long as you.<br>Some tatterd Mermaid gave him birth<br>Who crys her oyster wares<br>Or Else some ragged nymph of earth <br>Who sings her Mellow pears<br>If 'twas the nymph of fruit was prest,<br>Apollo was ye Lover:<br>With tunefull cry he filld her breast,<br>got a singing Rover.<br>A Man, tho blind, yet usd to ply<br>Where 'ere he heard of Chear;<br>His dog it seems preserved an eye,<br>Its Master livd by ear.<br>Or if Apollo chancd to Love<br>The Mermaid near ye sea,<br>Whose shriller voice he taught to move<br>With buy my oysters pray.<br>Her shriller voice when raised to Ire<br>Woud thunder on ye crew,<br>So from ye Mother ye Sire<br>Old Homers Iliad grew.<br>then (as big with child she stood)<br>The place she sold her fishes<br>Might in his fancy form a floud<br>To rage in all th' Odysses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530213" data-title="Ye Wives Who Scold & Fishes Sell de Thomas Parnell" data-description="Ye Wives who scold fishes sell, Or sing sell your fruit, I want a wondrous thing to tell, Then (if you can) be mute. From some of You one Homer came, Who wrote a ballad first, For He knew neither Parents name Nor livd where he was nurst His verse..."></div> </div> </div>

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