│ │ │ │If you don't│ │13│billing │In short, to find a lover kind, │ │ │ │ │ I've us'd all honest ways, │ ♊ ☌ ⊕ ♓ │ │14│wooing │I've pinch'd my toes, and no one knows │ │ │ │ │ How tight I've lac'd my stays. │ why then │ │15│cooing │ │ │ │ │ │Three times to-day, across the way, │ you won't: │ │16│eyes │ The postman has been seen— │ │ │ │ │And this makes four—at Jones's door │ │ │17│sighs │ One! two! "For Betty Green." │ ☊ ♅ ♑ ♎ ⚹ │ │ │ │ │ │ │18│mate │Well! on my word, old Major Bird │ Perhaps │ │ │ │ Stands making signs, I think,— │ │ │19│fate │(If Betty dares to set her snares,—) │there won't │ │ │ │ I'm sure I saw him wink. │ │ │20│love │ │ be one │ │ │ │I vow I'll call, and tell it all; │ │ │21│cold │ They'll give her instant warning; │ │ │ │ │And, but the river makes one shiver, │ ♃ ☉ ♐ ♋ ♉ │ │22│scratch │ I'd drown to-morrow morning. │ │ │ │ │ │nor t'other:│ │23│scold │ │ │ │ │ │ │ ☍ ☿ │ │24│fight │ │ │ │ │ │ │ Why then │ │25│bite │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 'twill │ │ │ │ │ happen │ │26│spite │ │ │ │ │ │ │ ♊ ☿ ⚹ │ │27│mope │ │ │ │ │ │ │ in │ │28│rope │ │some other. │ └──┴──────────┴──────────────────────────────────────────┴────────────┘ HUMBUGGUM ASTROLOGICUM, PRO ANNO 1835. VOX MULTORUM, VOX STULTORUM: _The Voice of the Many is the Voice of a Zany.—It brawleth at all Places and Seasons._ [Illustration] COURTEOUS READER,