EPIGRAM.
"Make hay while the sun shines," cried old Gaffer Grey, When lounging to make with fair Susan sweet hay. "Keep off!" said the maiden, whose brow was o'ercast, "Your hey-day of life, pray remember, has past." R. J.
"Make hay while the sun shines," cried old Gaffer Grey, When lounging to make with fair Susan sweet hay. "Keep off!" said the maiden, whose brow was o'ercast, "Your hey-day of life, pray remember, has past." R. J.