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Sunday, 1 July 2012

The Lover, Whose Mistresse Feared A Mouse, Declareth That He Would Become A Cat If He Might Have His Desire by George Turberville

If I might alter kind,
   What, think you, I would be?
Not Fish, nor Foule, nor Fle, nor Frog,
   Nor Squirrel on the Tree;
The Fish, the Hooke, the Foule
   The lymèd Twig doth catch,
The Fle, the Finger, and the Frog
   The Bustard doth dispatch.

The Squirrel thinking nought,
   That feately cracks the nut;
The greedie Goshawke wanting prey,
   In dread of Death doth put;
But scorning all these kindes,
   I would become a Cat,
To combat with the creeping Mouse,
   And scratch the screeking Rat.

I would be present, aye,
   And at my Ladie’s call,
To gard her from the fearfull Mouse,
   In Parlour and in Hall;
In Kitchen, for his Lyfe,
   He should not shew his hed;
The Pease in Poke should lie untoucht
   When shee were gone to Bed.

The Mouse should stand in Feare,
   So should the squeaking Rat;
All this would I doe if I were
   Converted to a Cat.

From: Gooden, Mona, The Poet’s Cat: An Anthology, 1946, Ayer Publishing: London, p. 32.

Date: 1567

By: George Turberville (?1540-1610)