Nought can deform the human race, When gold and gems adorn the plough, A riddle, or the cricket's cry, The emmet's inch, and eagle's mile, He who doubts from what he sees, If the sun and moon should doubt, To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you. * The harlot's cry from street to street Every night and every morn Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight; We are led to believe a lie, When we see not through the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, To those poor souls who dwell in night; To those who dwell in realms of day. LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE L MARY BELL. ITTLE Mary Bell had a fairy in a nut, Long John Brown had the devil in his gut; Long John Brown loved little Mary Bell, Her fairy skipp'd out, and her fairy skipp'd in, He was soon in the gut of the loving young swain, For John eat and drank to drive away love's pain; But all he could do he grew thinner and thinner, Though he eat and drank as much as ten men for his dinner. Some said he had a wolf in his stomach day and night, Some said he had the devil, and they guess'd right; The fairy skipp'd about in his glory, joy, and pride, And he laugh'd at the devil till poor John Brown died. Then the fairy skipp'd out of the old nutshell, I WILLIAM BOND. WONDER whether the girls are mad, And I wonder whether they mean to kill, And I wonder if William Bond will die, He went to church in a May morning, He went not out to the field nor fold, And an angel of Providence at his feet, And in the midst the sick man on his bed. |