No news of navies burnt at seas;
No noise of late spawn'd tittyries;
No closet plot or open vent,
That frights men with a Parliament:
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A frolicky and festive lyric stirring a somewhat anarchistic freeedom in an earlier day. I found this a very fine choice for the 6th day of Christmas. Robert was a man of longevity and tenacity. God bless him-
Tityre Tus Tityre Tus == Dissolute young scape, graces, whose delight was to worry the watchmen, upset sedans, wrench knockers off doors, and be rude to pretty women, at the close of the seventeenth century. The name comes from the first line of Virgil's first Eclogue
Actually, no matter how hard the passing year has been, there are those who have much to celebrate that came through the very same year. Herrick gives a plump face to the giving of thanks for the days of Christmas and the goodness of the closing days of the year. I enjoyed this poem very much!