To deck yourselves gaily, and grace the Old Bailey,
The pawnbrokers' shops will lend plenty of pelf.
Ye youth of the city! ye servant-maids pretty!
Ye unmarried damsels with characters rare!
Come here and be jolly, for virtue's a folly;
So, come and be ruin'd at Bartlemy Fair.
| MARCH. | [1836. | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| Some ready cash Dick wants to borrow | |||
| About this time—perhaps for rent; | |||
| But like most folks, he finds with sorrow | |||
| He's just too late—it's always Lent. | |||
| M | Season's | Odd Matters. | WEATHER. |
| D | Signs. | ||
| 1 | Blowing | ||
| 2 | growing | "DAY AND NIGHT EQUAL." | although |
| 3 | here's a | 'Tis Six o'Clock;—and now the Sun | ☊ ♅ ♌ ♑ |
| His daily course begins to run; | |||
| 4 | clatter! | While Folly's children slink away, | somewhat |
| Like bats who dread the glare of day, | |||
| 5 | what the | From Masquerade or Fancy Ball, | clumsy |
| Where pleasure reign'd in Fashion's Hall; | |||
| 6 | deuce | And sneak along, like guilty creatures, | |
| With tir'd limbs and haggard features. | |||
| 7 | can be | ♄ ☉ ♊ ♃ ☌ | |
| The sons of toil, as they come near 'em, | |||
| 8 | the | With coarse-spun jokes begin to jeer 'em; | withal, |
| While, au contraire, each motley hero, | |||
| 9 | matter? | Whose wit is now far under zero, | |
| With 'not a gibe to mock their grinning,' | |||
| 10 | tiles | Has but a sorry chance of winning. | ♏ ♐ ♀ ♎ |
| 11 | and | The Clown, with phiz so dull and sad, | do fit me |
| Looks grave as Ghost of Hamlet's Dad; | |||
| 12 | chimney | And Falstaff, now he's lost his stuffing, | with |
| Looks lean as lath, and pale as muffin; | |||
| 13 | pots | While Harlequin, half muzz'd with wine, | marvellous |
| Don't care a rush for Columbine, | |||
| 14 | come | But leaves her, like a careless loon, | accuracy: |
| To draggle home with Pantaloon; | |||
| 15 | down | And Romeo, with empty purse, | |
| Abandons Juliet to her nurse. | |||
| 16 | and pay | ♂ ♌ ♓ ♄ ♑ | |
| The child of labour, when he sees | |||
| 17 | their | Such silly spectacles as these,— | for these |
| How dissipation is repented,— | |||
| 18 | duty | May with his station be contented; | reasons, |
| For mete them both with equal measure, | |||
| 19 | to the | He'll find the hardest toil is pleasure. | I say, |
| 20 | crown, | ||
| 21 | while | ♓ ☊ | |
| 22 | surly | it behoveth | |
| 23 | north | me to | |
| 24 | usurps | ||
| 25 | the | ||
| ♓ ♌ ♄ ☌ ☊ | |||
| 26 | south | ||
| be tender | |||
| 27 | and | ||
| of my | |||
| 28 | makes a | ||
| 29 | dusthole | ||
| ☉ ☿ ♂ ☽ | |||
| 30 | of your | ||
| 31 | mouth | ♂ ♊ ☿ ☽ | |
MARCH.—"Day and Night nearly equal."