Lean's Collectanea, Volum 1

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J. W. Arrowsmith, 1902

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Side 21 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Side 209 - As many days as in one year there be, So many windows in this church we see; As many marble pillars here appear As there are hours throughout the fleeting year; As many gates as moons one year does view — Strange tale to tell! yet not more strange than true.
Side 143 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro...
Side 344 - If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger ; Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger ; Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter ; Sneeze on a Thursday, something better ; Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow ; Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow ; Sneeze on a Sunday, and the devil will have dominion over you all the week.
Side 368 - If Candlemas Day be fair and bright Winter will have another flight But if Candlemas Day be clouds and rain Winter is gone and will not come again.
Side 444 - A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay. A swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon. A swarm of bees in July is not worth a fly.
Side 170 - To Banbury came I, O profane one, Where I saw a Puritane one Hanging of his cat on Monday For killing of a mouse on Sunday.
Side 397 - I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Side 8 - Millbank for thick shins and graft at the pump, Broadmoor for all laggs as go off their chump, Brixton for good toke and cocoa with fat, Dartmoor for bad grub but plenty of chat, Portsmouth a blooming bad place for hard work. Chatham on Sunday gives four ounces of pork, Portland is the worst of the lot for to joke in, For fetching a lagging there is no place like Woking.
Side 374 - ST. Swithin's day if thou dost rain, For forty days it will remain : St. Swithin's day if thou be fair, For forty days 'twill rain na mair.