CXLIV NUN'S LAMENT FOR PHILIP SPARROW When I remember'd again How my Philip was slain, But nothing it avail'd To call Philip again Whom Gib our cat hath slain. Heu, heu, me, That I am woe for thee! Levavi oculos meos in montis, This sorrow that I make For Philip Sparrow's sake! And sometimes white bread crumbs; Within my breast soft It would lie and rest. Sometimes he would gasp When he saw a wasp; A fly or a gnat, He would fly at that; And prettily he would pant Lord, how he would pry Lord, how he would hop And when I said, Phip, Phip, De profundis clamavi O cat of churlish kind, I'v Se An Ik H M I would thou hadst been blind! CXLVI THE DRAGON OF WANTLEY old stories tell how Hercules A dragon slew at Lerna, With seven heads and fourteen eyes, But he had a club, this dragon to drub, This dragon had two furious wings, Each one upon each shoulder; With a hide as tough as any buff, Which did him round environ. Have you not heard how the Trojan horse This dragon was not quite so big, But very near, I'll tell ye; Devour'd he poor children three, That could not with him grapple ; And at one sup he ate them up, As one would eat an apple. All sorts of cattle this dragon would eat, Besp With s Of s Both b Som |