““Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy;“Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine;“A junket of cream and a cranberry tartFor me,” says Jane.”Walter de la Mare (1873–1956) English poet and fiction writerBunches of Grapes.
“Where's he that died o' yesterday?What better chance hath heTo clink the can and toss the potWhen this night's junkets be?For the lad that died o' yesterdayIs just as dead — ho! ho! —As the whoreson knave men laid awayA thousand years ago.”Edmund Clarence Stedman (1833–1908) American poet, critic, and essayist"Falstaff's Song".Men, Chance, Night, Dead
