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Of the Restoration Era, in two Aspects

Aspect No.1
So it was, that
Lord Dorset was travelling
with a small party including myself,
Mr. Welch, and with several other
Poets of no notice worth to name,
and along with us was the Vicar B - - -.
We were then passing through
that dismal place, Parson Drove,
where was Encountered,
a surely halfe-witted Youth
driving a sheep Flock in our way.
And, by the Commotions of the sheep,
entailing the same within our Party,
we were delayed for some minutes.
In my Lordship's buttering Manner,
which, bye the bye, is not always
of Good Intent,
he secretely induced the Bucolic,
by coin and by Authority. I saw
a whispering of seeming-exact
Instruction wedg'd tight
into a herder's ear.
Some moments later,
the Innocent, bringing forth
a single Lambe, he
did approach the Vicar B - - -,
and he did make
a very Pretty Scene
for near all who witnessed.
After the Ruse—was
out, we laughed—all
except for the Vicar, he was the Butt—
for the lad had applied to him
with this profess'd Wish—
to become married to the Lambe.
And so it was, say I,
Rob't Gould
Aspect No.2
by Mr. Welch
"The Shepherd's Best"
He shewed but one of his white Flock,
More pure, its wool, than the Parson's Frock
Of black, who blush'd Fiery red
—For this is what the Shepherd said—
"Fain I am to marry her.
And you, Sir—do you
Marry Ewes?"
And so it is a gentle Joke
created by our brightest
best, our Wag, The Lord of Dorset.
Post Script:
It has since occurred to us,
there is no reason countermanding
to blend mutual in harmony
poets of like-empathy.
We, with planned temporal strides,
collaborate, and so-traverse across,
the pages of our times,

2 Jul 06

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whoa I am appalled and astounde simoultaniously this is indie film set to paper I love it however a slightly and I mean SLIghtly more modern text would be nice....kay now read my new one
 — turtlepoet

made me smile, not the joke but the actual scene, it would have been difficult to make it work in any other style of language
 — unknown

Lord D--(eepthroa)--t was travelling  
with a small party including myself,  
Mr. W--(ickam)--, and with several other  
Poets of no notice worth to name;  
and along with us was the Vicar --(Dave)--.

These are the names that popped into me 'ed as I read.

What a lovely ceremony it must have been.
 — povertea

Hi povertea,  I love your imagination.  
Of course, this scene is of my imagination.
The Lord was a real one, Lord Dorset, of Pepys' time.
Dorset was a libertine, rake and general funloving intellectual.
He fostered as servant to become one of the greatest poets and playwrights of the day:
Robert Gould (amazing story, his).

I take Lord Dorset's character, and penchant for literary types, and put =myself=, veiled as "Mr. W----", into this poem-lined prose piece.  My surname is Welch, you see.  It is unclear, though whether the "author" is Mr. Welch, or a non-poet who was with that group.

What was Dorset like?  Well, here is Ben Johnsons  report from his book,
"Lives of the Poets"

I have relined the verbatim text as poetry:

Johnson wrote

[Lord Dorset] of Sackville,
who was then Lord Buckhurst

with Sir Charles Sedley
and Sir Thomas
got drunk at the Cock
in Bow Street
by Covent Garden

and going into the balcony
exposed themselves

to the populace
in very

indecent postures.

At last as they

stood forth naked

and harangued the populace
in such profane language that

the publick indignation was awakened;
the crowd attempted to force the door

and being repulsed
drove in

the performers with stones
and broke the windows of the house.

For this misdemeanour
they were indicted
and Sedley was fined five
hundred pounds; what was

the sentence of the others
is not known.
 — netskyIam

And Samuel Pepys, the famed diarist wrote in June, 1663 (again, relined by myself as poetry):

Pepys related that...

"Mr. Batten [was]
telling us of a late triall of Sir
Charles Sydly the other day

before my Lord Chief Justice Foster and the whole bench

for his debauchery a little while since

at Oxford Kate’s

coming in open day into the Balcone

and showed his nakedness

and abusing of scripture
and as it were

from thence preaching
a mountebank sermon

from the pulpit saying that
there he had to sell
such a powder as should
make all the [women] in town

run after him

1000 people standing underneath to see and hear him

and that being done
he took a glass of wine
and then drank it off

and then took another

and drank the King’s health."
 — netskyIam

I think now to -combine- the two works in one.
Now the resultant poem will be seen here too.
 — netskyIam

What a marvelous story.

You should pen another. Several more. A collection. A Canterbury Tales, with drunken nudity and the marriage of people to farm animals.
 — povertea

Gould was a famous naturalist and good friend of C. Darwin or maybe i am thinking about another Gould. The poem is beyond critque, choice of words  is excellent, the scenario is vivid and believable, a real stunner of a poem.
The footnotes seem a tad superflous though, just let the poem rise or fall on its own merits.
 — unknown

Quite good, quite worth the read, as well as another read later this day and perhaps a nonce.
 — DianaTrees

sorry wrong gould
 — unknown

thanks for early comments.  today (Sept. 6,'o6)  the poem has been slightly refined;  
The finish is compacted and made more poetic. again: thanks.

 — netskyIam

This is out there all by itself, to be appreciated rather than critiqued, if i was going to be picky i'd say don't use your own name, it creates a feeling of pretension, or was that part of the plan?
 — unknown

Pretense? Yes, purely-so, and all for fun.
Pretension isn't always a bad thing.
If I were to -remove- myself from the time-travel;
the entire "collaboration" would dissolve.
And, I -do- so like working with "my friend Gould".
It keeps him alive, and gives me a life back then, in a sense,
for fun, and for connecting with like-others long past.

Anyone could do this. Who else has done so?
 — netskyIam

 — unknown