An Ode
’T WAS at the royal feast, for Persia won
      By Philip’s warlike son:
      Aloft in awful state
      The godlike hero sate
        On his imperial throne:
      His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and...

Poet: John Dryden

Shapcot! to thee the Fairy State
I with discretion dedicate:
Because thou prizest things that are
Curious and unfamiliar,
Take first the feast; these dishes gone,
We’ll see the Fairy-court anon.
A little mushroom-table spread,
After short...