This priest he merry is, and bly the He then is full of fright and fears, For then the farmers come jog, jog, Each heart as heavy as a log, In sooth, the sorrow of such days When he that takes and he that pays Now all unwelcome at his gates The clumsy swains alight, And well he may, for well he knows Each bumpkin of the clan, Instead of paying what he owes, Will cheat him if he can. So in they come-each makes his leg, 'And how does miss and madam do, terra adl The little boy and all? / "All tight and well. And how do you, Good Mr. What-d'ye-call? The dinner comes, and down they sit: One wipes his nose upon his sleeve, The punch goes round, and they are dull, At length the busy time begins. 'Come, neighbours, we must wagThe money chinks, down drop their chins, Each lugging out his bag. One talks of mildew and of frost, And one of storms of hail, And one of pigs, that he has lost Quoth one,' A rarer man than you But yet, methinks, to tell you true, VOL. V. F F 1 O why are farmers made so coarse, A kick, that scarce would move a horse, Then let the boobies stay at home; Cowper. REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So fam'd for his talent in nicely discerning. 'In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, [find, And your lordship,' he said, ' will undoubtedly That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind.’ Then holding the spectacles up to the court"Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the nose is; in short, Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle. 'Again, would your lordship a moment suppose 'On the whole it appears, and my argument shows So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, THE OYSTER. Two comrades, as grave authors say, Contest and foul debate arose : Both view'd at once with greedy eyes, And high words soon improv'd to blows. Actions on actions hence succeed, Each hero's obstinately stout, Green bags and parchments fly about, The parson of the place, good man! Give me the oyster then-'tis well,'- 'Henceforth let foolish discord cease, Moral. Ye men of Norfolk and of Wales, From this learn common sense; Nor thrust your neighbours into jails For ev'ry slight offence. Banish those vermin of debate That on your substance feed; The knaves who now are serv'd in plate Would starve, if fools agreed. Somervile. |