Today’s words come to us from 18th century English poet, John Gay. They appear in his poem, The Squire and His Cur (and no, that’s not a typo), published in 1727.
I’m not a consumer of 18th century English poetry. So, I’ll be honest and admit I didn’t make it all the way through the poem. I tried. But in my defense, it’s really long, and y-a-w-n boring.
As far as I can tell, there’s a King who gets lost while hunting and ends up having dinner and spending the night with one of the village peasants, who (inexplicably) doesn’t recognize his own King. But they end up having dinner and wine . . . and a friendship springs.
Then we circle back to that cur (which I had to look up — it’s some kind of mongrel/dog).
I’m still not sure what that’s all about, and I didn’t have the patience for a re-read.
Nevermind. There’s wine . . . and friendship.