│13│pots │While Harlequin, half muzz'd with wine, │ marvellous │ │ │ │Don't care a rush for Columbine, │ │ │14│come │But leaves her, like a careless loon, │ accuracy: │ │ │ │To draggle home with Pantaloon; │ │ │15│down │And Romeo, with empty purse, │ │ │ │ │Abandons Juliet to her nurse. │ │ │16│and pay │ │ ♂ ♌ ♓ ♄ ♑ │ │ │ │ The child of labour, when he sees │ │ │17│their │Such silly spectacles as these,— │ for these │ │ │ │How dissipation is repented,— │ │ │18│duty │May with his station be contented; │ reasons, │ │ │ │For mete them both with equal measure, │ │ │19│to the │He'll find the hardest toil is pleasure. │ I say, │ │ │ │ │ │ │20│crown, │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │21│while │ │ ♓ ☊ │ │ │ │ │ │ │22│surly │ │it behoveth │ │ │ │ │ │ │23│north │ │ me to │ │ │ │ │ │ │24│usurps │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │25│the │ │ │ │ │ │ │ ♓ ♌ ♄ ☌ ☊ │ │26│south │ │ │ │ │ │ │ be tender │ │27│and │ │ │ │ │ │ │ of my │ │28│makes a │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│dusthole │ │ │ │ │ │ │ ☉ ☿ ♂ ☽ │ │30│of your │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │31│mouth │ │ ♂ ♊ ☿ ☽ │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘ [Illustration: MARCH.—"Day and Night nearly equal." ] "THE LAY OF THE LAST" ALDERMAN. I.