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The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and Oddities

David Hume · en
│  │          │  And never paid a _farden_.              │            │
 │15│when      │                                          │ what dire  │
 │  │          │We've chalked a score on every door       │            │
 │16│the       │  Of publican or sinner;                  │  mishaps   │
 │  │          │And now can't meet a _Newman_ Street,     │            │
 │17│cits      │  To trust us with a dinner.              │  do arise  │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │18│are       │And, lack-a day! here's Quarter Day;      │            │
 │  │          │  It always comes too soon;               │            │
 │19│taking    │So we by night must take our flight,      │    ☉ ♀     │
 │  │          │  For we must _shoot the moon_!           │            │
 │20│aim,      │                                          │            │
 │  │          │                                          │ from false │
 │21│your      │                                          │            │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │22│poultry   │                                          │prophecying!│
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │23│may       │                                          │            │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │24│mistake   │                                          │  ♂ ♄ ☉ ♈   │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │25│for       │                                          │            │
 │  │          │                                          │ The farmer │
 │26│game,     │                                          │            │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │27│and       │                                          │    ♉ ♂     │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │28│kill      │                                          │reapeth his │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │29│or        │                                          │ corn, and  │
 │  │          │                                          │            │
 │30│lame.     │                                          │ ♉ ♄ ☉ ♊ ☌  │
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                               AN EPISTLE

             From SIR JOHN NORTH to RIGDUM FUNNIDOS, Gent.