RETURNING BY WATER
Clock before the Sun.
Too soon for dinner.
Between
Month and
Monarch
this difference
is just;
♂ ☿ ♄ ♈
the Month it is
August,
the Monarch
August.
The rain of terror's come—the horse to go
At a smart pace has made himself to smart;
'Tis bad enough to bear the shafts of woe,
But who would bear the shafts of such a cart!
What a nice party—twelve inside—to drag,
Each fat and full, and heavy as a dunce,
And all, besides the man wot drives the nag,
Holding the rains together—all at once!
The horse is urged—most tired and half dead;
"Come up," they cry—when shall we get to town?
Fierce pours the shower—their pores are stopped instead,
The more they cry come up—the rain comes down!
Now, you may see, by every sorry face,
The water party wails its wretched doom,
And in that cart—that wends with lingering pace,
Altho' there's little room, there's lots of rheum!
17. Metropolitan Police Bill passed.
The bill has pass'd, the sharpest bill of latter days,
Gin shops must close by twelve o'clock o' Saturdays;
And lively landlords now, whate'er their merits,
After that time must not keep up their spirits,
Nor suffer the most fascinating fox
Of all their customers to turn their cocks!
29. Eglintoun Tournament.
Running a-muck.
Oh! that Ayr tournament in that ere shire;
With lots of gentlemen in male attire,
And many a Don, and many a Skvire!
Took several days and lots of knights to mount;
And a great many pages to recount
Its deeds of glory—Chivalry their fount!
Though lances shivered (and no wonder, for
'Twas cold and rainy) no sword flesh'd its hilt;
And we'd pass all unnoticed: but, O lor!
We draw our own existence from a Tilt!