"He lik't not banging sans defeizance. / While t'other labors all he can / To make a window to his brain."
— Philips, John (1676-1709)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Obadiah Blagrave [etc.]
Date
1678
Metaphor
"He lik't not banging sans defeizance. / While t'other labors all he can / To make a window to his brain."
Metaphor in Context
Dares afraid his reasons house
(Though he had scarce so much as goose)
About his batter'd ears should tumble,
Was half ith'mind in manner humble.
To crave in time a Letter of Licence.
He lik't not banging sans defeizance.
While t'other labors all he can
To make a window to his brain .
Dares was in condition sad,
His face was swell'd big as his head,
His head was swell'd as big as his hat,
And he himself just falling flat
Upon his bloody bruised nose;
When all in hast Æneas throws
Himself between the blowes so thick:
Good faith 'twas well he came ith'nick.
For had he had but one more thwack
Upon his head or his Sto--mack
Dares had given the Crows a pudding;
And Death had come before his Wedding.
For now Entellus Clawes were up,
And falling just was fatal swop.
But just in time Æneas spruce,
And brave Acestes cry'd, Kings scruce.
With coaxing words Æneas mellows
The bloudy heart of vex'd Entellus.
Good Sir quo, he your wrath forbear,
Man stout at Cuffs as ere stole Deere,
Next time shall Dares learn more manners
Then let his wits be his Trappanners,
Thus to provoke a man whose wrists
Can powder Rocks of Amethists;
With nailes like fleas crack Adamants;
And puff down Armed Elephants.
These gentle words made Gaffer Thwacksides
Most patiently lay by his Ox-hides.
Such credit had Æneas there,
Quo he, your will be done Menheire.
Then Sir Æneas, turning face
To him that was in doubtful case;
So bruis'd and batter'd, and so swel'd,
(He scarce could stand unless upheld)
Made him to the best of my memory,
This pithy speech consolatory.
(Though he had scarce so much as goose)
About his batter'd ears should tumble,
Was half ith'mind in manner humble.
To crave in time a Letter of Licence.
He lik't not banging sans defeizance.
While t'other labors all he can
To make a window to his brain .
Dares was in condition sad,
His face was swell'd big as his head,
His head was swell'd as big as his hat,
And he himself just falling flat
Upon his bloody bruised nose;
When all in hast Æneas throws
Himself between the blowes so thick:
Good faith 'twas well he came ith'nick.
For had he had but one more thwack
Upon his head or his Sto--mack
Dares had given the Crows a pudding;
And Death had come before his Wedding.
For now Entellus Clawes were up,
And falling just was fatal swop.
But just in time Æneas spruce,
And brave Acestes cry'd, Kings scruce.
With coaxing words Æneas mellows
The bloudy heart of vex'd Entellus.
Good Sir quo, he your wrath forbear,
Man stout at Cuffs as ere stole Deere,
Next time shall Dares learn more manners
Then let his wits be his Trappanners,
Thus to provoke a man whose wrists
Can powder Rocks of Amethists;
With nailes like fleas crack Adamants;
And puff down Armed Elephants.
These gentle words made Gaffer Thwacksides
Most patiently lay by his Ox-hides.
Such credit had Æneas there,
Quo he, your will be done Menheire.
Then Sir Æneas, turning face
To him that was in doubtful case;
So bruis'd and batter'd, and so swel'd,
(He scarce could stand unless upheld)
Made him to the best of my memory,
This pithy speech consolatory.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "brain" and "window" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
01/25/2006
