GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0472.phi001.perseus-eng3:42.1-42.20 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0472.phi001.perseus-eng3:42.1-42.20

Come, Hendecasyllabics, many as mayAll hither, every one that of you be!That fulsome harlot makes me laughing-stockAnd she refuses at our prayer restoreOur stolen Note-books, an such slights ye bear. Let us pursue her clamouring our demands."Who's she?" ye question: yonder one ye sightMincingly pacing mime-like, perfect pest,With jaws wide grinning like a Gallic pup.Stand all round her dunning with demands, "Return (O rotten whore!) our noting books.Our noting books (O rotten whore!) return!"No doit thou car'st? O Mire! O Stuff O' stews!Or if aught fouler filthier dirt there be.Yet must we never think these words suffice. But if naught else avail, at least a blushForth of that bitch-like brazen brow we'll squeeze.Cry all together in a higher key"Restore (O rotten whore!) our noting books,Our noting books (O rotten whore!) restore !"