THE PEDLAR'S SONG.

Lawn, as white as driven snow;
Cypress, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces, and for noses;
Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber:
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:

Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.

William Shakespeare.

CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH.

Crabbed age and youth

Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance,

Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn,

Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave,

Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee,
Youth, I do adore thee;

0, my love, my love is young!
Age, I do defy thee :—
O, sweet shepherd, hie thee!

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

William Shakespeare.

JOG ON, JOG ON.

Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,

And merrily hent the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

William Shakespeare.