Part 11 (1/2)

The art of good driving 's a paradox quite, Though custom has prov'd it so long; If you go to the left, you're sure to go right, If you go to the right, you go wrong.

CVII.

Friday night's dream On the Sat.u.r.day told, Is sure to come true, Be it never so old.

CVIII.

When the sand doth feed the clay, England woe and well-a-day!

But when the clay doth feed the sand, Then it is well with Angle-land.

CIX.

The fair maid who, the first of May, Goes to the fields at break of day, And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree Will ever after handsome be.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

FIFTH CLa.s.s--SCHOLASTIC.

CX.

A diller, a dollar, A ten o'clock scholar, What makes you come so soon?

You used to come at ten o'clock, But now you come at noon.

CXI.

Tell tale, t.i.t!

Your tongue shall be slit, And all the dogs in the town Shall have a little bit.

CXII.

[The joke or the following consists in saying it so quick that it cannot be told whether it is English or gibberish. It is remarkable that the last two lines are quoted in MS. Sloan. 4, of the fifteenth century, as printed in the 'Reliq. Antiq.,'

vol. i, p. 324.]

In fir tar is, In oak none is.

In mud eel is, In clay none is.

Goat eat ivy, Mare eat oats.

CXIII.

[The dominical letters attached to the first days of the several months are remembered by the following lines.]