ast leaf of MS. Harl. 6580,
between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally
used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the
seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted
for the "ears polite" of modern days.]

A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds;
And when the weeds begin to grow,
It's like a garden full of snow;
And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall;
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky;
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door;
And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back;
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife in your heart;
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.

XC.

A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds;
For when the weeds begin to grow,
Then doth the garden overflow.

XCI.

If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.

XCII.

A pullet in the pen
Is worth a hundred in the fen!

XCIII.

He that would thrive
Must rise at five;
He that hath thriven
May lie till seven;
And he that by the plough would thrive,
Himself must either hold or drive.

XCIV.

[The following is quoted in Miege's 'Great French Dictionary,'
fol. Lond. 1687, 2d part.]

A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.

XCV.

They that wash on Monday
Have all the week to dry;
They that wash on Tuesday
Are not so much awry;
They that wash on Wednesday
Are not so much to blame;
They that wash on Thursday,
Wash for shame;
They that wash on Friday,
Wash in need;
And they that wash on Saturday,
Oh! they're sluts indeed.

XCVI.

Needles and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries his trouble begins.

XCVII.

[In Suffolk, children are frequently reminded of the decorum
due to the Sabbath by the following lines.]

Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday,
Becaze it is a sin,
But yeow may sing a' M