1. English
  2. 1700
  3. Henry Fielding
“A hunting we will go”

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...

Poet: Henry Fielding
The Roast Beef of Old England

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...

Poet: Henry Fielding