On the Death of Mr. T HOMAS L ANCASHIRE , Comedian.

A LAS , poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart,
Have we beheld thee play the Sexton's part!
Each comic heart must now be griev'd to see
The Sexton's dreary part perform'd on thee.

Fair maid, you need not take the hint,
Nor idle texts pursue;
'Twas only sinners that he meant,
Not angels such as you.

I think they were about as high
As haycocks are. They went running by
Catching bits of shade in the sunny street:
" I've got one," cried sister to brother.
" I've got two." " Now I've got another."
But scudding away on their little bare feet,
They left the shade in the sunny street.

To the Printer

Printer , Thou tellst me good Bookes will not sell,
Most men (thou say'st) are now become so ill:
Then heere's a Booke belike should like them well;
For, Foolery , in Folio, it doth fill.
Then print this some, sith Foolery in print
Most men approue, the World is at this stint.

I TOOK a Rosebud from a certain bower,
And by its side placed an Orange flower,
Then with the Speedwell, blended the perfume
And the sweet beauty of an Apple-bloom,
And thus, 'tis one of the loveliest feats,
Is spelled a gentle lady's name in sweets.

THE SUPERIORITY OF MACHINERY

A Mechanic his labor will often discard
If the rate of his pay he dislikes;
But a clock — and its case is uncommonly hard —
Will continue to work though it strikes .

When I resign this world so briary,
To have across the Styx my ferrying,
O, may I die without a DIARY !
And be interred without a Bury -ing!

T HE poor dear dead have been laid out in vain,
Turned into cash, they are laid out again!

In unison with the flute —
the plucking of koto strings.

Grass cutters return
from work in the evening
with the pining wind.

Daylight is fading —
let's find mooring
for our boat!
Off there
where the light
of fishing fires is glowing
must be the homes

" Never let it out! "
was his vow to me
back then,
but what will happen now?
For with all that
in his heart
still his feelings