Oh! for ever could I dwell upon the name.
Fair nymph, on whom kind nature has dispensed
The mother’s beauty, and the father’s sense
The piercing dart this moment do I feel,
For sure the wound is mortal that’s from Steele.
_Franconian Proverbs_―(_From the German._)
Nor linen, maid, or money try,
Unless there’s daylight in the sky.
Mishap rides up in spur and boot,
And always slinks away on foot.
Be the diamond e’er so fine,
It may not without tinsel shine.
In culprit’s house, thou shalt not hope
To win thy suit, by talk of rope.
Much cumbers us a flowing dress;
Much cumbers wealth our happiness.
Who far away for wife shall roam,
Or starts a cheat, or brings one home.
He that’s a good roof o’er his head,
Is a sad fool to leave his bed.
He that is prompt to pay a bill,
Shall find his coffers promptly fill.
Break not your egg, and you are wise,
Before your salt beside it lies.
If you would gently sink to rest,
Mount guard on tongue, and eye, and breast.
WHOEVER READS THIS LITTLE BOOK
OF JESTS