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WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG. - The Language Realm

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Hath it not been often seen<br />

That one coin brings many,<br />

When a gamester on the green<br />

Stakes his lucky penny?<br />

No one on the road should walk<br />

'Gainst the wind—'tis madness;<br />

Nor in poverty shall stalk<br />

With a face of sadness;<br />

Let him bear him bravely then,<br />

Hope sustain his spirit;<br />

After heavy trials men<br />

Better luck inherit!<br />

While throughout the world you rove,<br />

Thus uphold your banners;<br />

Give these reasons why you prove<br />

Hearts of men and manners:<br />

"To reprove the reprobate,<br />

Probity approving,<br />

Improbate from approbate<br />

To remove, I'm moving."<br />

[47]<br />

<strong>The</strong> next song is a lament for the decay of the Order and the suppression of its privileges. It was<br />

written, to all appearances, at a later date, and is inferior in style. <strong>The</strong> Goliardi had already, we<br />

learn from it, exchanged poverty for luxury. Instead of tramping on the hard hoof, they moved<br />

with a retinue of mounted servants. We seem to trace in the lament a change from habits of<br />

simple vagabondage to professional dependence, as minstrels and secretaries, upon men of rank<br />

in Church and State, which came over the Goliardic class. This poem, it may be mentioned, does<br />

not occur in the Carmina Burana, nor is it included among those which bear the name of Walter<br />

Mapes or Map.<br />

ON THE DECAY OF THE ORDER.<br />

No. 2.<br />

Once (it was in days of yore)<br />

This our order flourished;<br />

Popes, whom Cardinals adore,<br />

It with honours nourished;<br />

Licences desirable<br />

<strong>The</strong>y gave, nought desiring;<br />

While our prayers, the beads we tell,<br />

Served us for our hiring.

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