Last night, as o'er the page of Love's despair, And would that at that instant o'er my thread The shears of Atropos had open'd then; And when I reft the lock from Delia's head, Had cut me sudden from the sons of men ! She heard the scissars that fair lock divide, "You stupid puppy-you have spoil'd my wig!" The OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, And how he gained them. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks that are left you are grey, You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man, Now tell me the reason I pray. In the days of my youth, Father William replied, You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, In the days of my youth, Father William replied, I remember'd that youth could not last; I thought of the future whatever I did, That I never might grieve for the past. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And life must be hastening away; You are chearful, and love to converse upon death! Now tell me the reason I pray. I am chearful young man, Father William replied, In the days of my youth I remember'd my God! S. The WELL of St. KEYNE, I know not whether it be worth the reporting that there is in Cornwall, near the parish of St. Neots, a Well arcked over with the robes of four kinds of trees, withy, oak, elm, and ash, dedicated to St. Keyne. The reported virtue of the water is this, that whether husband or wife come first to drink thereof, they get the mastery thereby. Fuller. A Well there is in the west-country, An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind does an ash tree grow, And a willow from the bank above A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne; For from cock-crow he had been travelling He drank of the water so cool and clear And he sat down upon the bank There came a man from the neighbouring town At the Well to fill his pail, On the Well-side he rested it Now art thou a batchelor Stranger? quoth he, For an if thou hast a wife The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life. Or has your good woman, if one you have, For an if she have, I'll venture my life She has drank of the Well of St. Keyne. |