Poor Humphrey's calendar, wherein are given prophecies concerning things to come in 1829, by Poor Humphrey

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Page 50 - Through keyholes we do glide; Over tables, stools, and shelves, We trip it with our fairy elves.
Page 25 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesy'd that, late or soon, Thou would be found, deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right ; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Page 16 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old time is still a flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of Heaven, the sun, The higher he's a getting, The sooner will his race be run, And neerer he's to setting.
Page 50 - IF ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place ; Rake the fier up, and get Water in} ere sun be set. Wash your pailes and dense your dairies, Sluts are loathsome to the fairies ; Sweep your house ; who doth not so, Mab will pinch her by the toe.
Page 25 - The king of ghosts and shadows there, Mad Robin I, at his command, Am sent to view the night-sports here. What revel rout Is kept about, In every corner where I go, I will o'ersee, And merry be, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho...
Page 23 - COME, Anthea, let us two Go to feast, as others do : Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, Are the junkets still at wakes ; Unto which the tribes resort, Where the business is the sport.
Page 16 - ... to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Page 10 - THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS. FIRST, April, she with mellow showers Opens the way for early flowers; Then after her comes smiling May, In a more rich and sweet array; Next enters June, and brings us more Gems than those two that went before : Then (lastly) July comes, and she More wealth brings in than all those three.
Page 50 - Farewell, rewards and fairies, Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies Do fare as well as they ; And though they sweep their hearth! no less Than maids were wont to do, Yet who of late for cleanliness Finds sixpence in her shoe ? " Lament, lament, old abbeys. The fairies' lost command ; They did but change priests...
Page 20 - Their humble porch with honied flowers The curling woodbine's shade embowers : From the small garden's thymy mound Their bees in busy swarms resound : Nor fell Disease, before his time, Hastes to consume life's golden prime : But when their temples long have wore The silver crown of tresses hoar ; As studious still calm peace to keep, Beneath a flowery turf they sleep.

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