Poor Dog Bright!
Ran off with all his might,
Because the cat was after him,
Poor Dog Bright!
Poor cat Fright!
Ran off with all her might,
Because the dog was after her,
Poor Cat Fright!
CHARM FOR AN INJURED HORSE
Our Lord forth raide,
His foal’s foot slade.
Our Lord down-lighted,
His foal’s foot righted.
Saying, “Flesh to flesh, blood to blood,
And bane to bane.”
In our Lord His name.
FROM POOR ROBIN'S ALMANAC (1733)
Observe which way the hedgehog builds her nest,
To front the north, or south, or east, or west;
For if ’tis true that common people say,
The wind will blow the quite contrary way.
If by some secret art the hedgehog know,
So long before, the way the wind will blow,
She has an art which many a person lacks,
That thinks himself fit to make our Almanacs.