Henry Fielding

  • When mighty roast beef was the Englishman’s food,
    It ennobled our hearts, and enrichèd our blood;
    Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good.
              O, the Roast Beef of old England,
              And O, the old English Roast Beef!

    But since we...

  • The Dusky night rides down the sky,
      And ushers in the morn:
    The hounds all join in glorious cry,
      The huntsman winds his horn,
                And a hunting we will go.

    The wife around her husband throws
      Her arms to make him stay;
    “My...