“An ancient seat of Kings, a second Troy,
Y’compassed round with a commanding sea;
Her people are y-clepéd Angeli.
This paragon, this only, this is she
In whom do meet so many gifts in one
In honor of whose name the muses sing.”
Yet even such praises did not keep poor Peele from hard fare and a stinging lack of money.
“An Old Wives Tale,” which he wrote, has conjurers and dragons in it, with odd twists of language which remind one of the kindred and nonsensical jingle of “Patience” or “Pinafore:”—
“Phillida, Philleridos—pamphilida, florida, flortos;