_Jog on, jog on the foot-path-way_ 156 _Let’s cast away Care_ 152 _Mongst all the pleasant juices_ 150 _My Lady and her Maid_ 152 _Never let a man take heavily_ 151 _Not drunken nor sober_ 113 _Of all the birds that ever I see_ 155 _Old Poets ~Hypocrin~ admire_ 143 _Once I a curious eye did fix_ 139 _The parcht earth drinks the rain_ 157 _The wit hath long beholden been_ 135 _There was an old man at ~Walton~ Cross_ 151 _This Ale, my bonny lads_ 155 _’Tis Wine that inspires_ 145 _Welcome, welcome, again to thy wit_ 159 _What are we met? Come, let’s see_ 156 _Why should we boast of ~Arthur~_ 129 _Wilt thou be fat? I’ll tell thee how_ 154 _Wilt thou lend me thy mare_ 153 _With an old song made by an old a. p._ 125 _You merry Poets, old boyes_ 149 _Your mare is lame, she halts outright_ 153 Here the Editor closes his willing toil, (after having added a _Table of First Lines_, and a _Finale_,) and offers a completed work to the friendly acceptance of Readers. They are no vague abstractions to him, but a crowd of well-distinguished faces, many among them being renowned scholars and genial critics. To approach them at all might be deemed temerity, were it not that such men are the least to be feared by an honest worker. On the other hand, it were easy for ill-natured persons to insinuate accusations against any one who meddles with Re-prints of _Facetiæ_. Blots and stains are upon such old books, which he has made no attempt to disguise or palliate. Let them bear their own blame. There are dullards and bigots in the world, nevertheless, who decry all antiquarian and historical research. A defence is unnecessary: “Let them rave!” _Fama di loro il mondo esser non lassa,_ _Misericordia e giustizia gli sdegna,_ _Non ragioniam di lor, ma guarda e passa._