A Song Of Proverbs

Aiu - "Push about the jium." Is ancient days, tradition says, When knowledge much was stinted- When few could teach and fewer preach, And Books were Dot yet printed - Wliat wise men Lhought, by prudence taugh,t, Tliey pithily expouuded ; And proverbs sage, from age to age, In every moulh abounded. 0 blessings, on the men of yore, Who wisdom thus augmented, And letl a store of easy lore f or hurgan use invouted. Two of a (.rade, 'twas early said. Do yery 11 agree, sir A beggar hates at ricli mpn's gates A beggar's face to see, sir. Yet trades there are, thought rather rare, Where men are not so jealous Two lawyers know the eoal to blow, Just like a pair of bellows. 0 bessinga, &c. Birds of a feather flock together, Like fain with like would dweil, sir ; Yet things unlike the fancy strike. And answer pretty well. sir. You know Jack Sprat : he eats no fat, Hia wife can eat no lean, sir ; So 'twixt the two, with small ado, ïhey lick the platter cleai)( sir. 0 blessiugs, &c. The man who would Charybdis shun Must i&ake a cautious moveroet, Or else he'll into Scylla run- Whicli would be tío improvenient. The fish that lelt the frying-pan, On feeling that desire, fir, Tocik little by Uieir change of plan, When flouüdering in Uie fire. sir, 0 blessings, &o. A man of nous from a glass house Will not be throw.ng stunes, sir ; A möuntain may briiig forth a mouse, With man y throes and groan, sir. A frieiid in need's a friend indeed, And prized as such should be, sir ; But suiumer friends, when summer euds, Are ofi and u'er the sea, sir. 0 blessings, &o. Sour grapas, we cry, of things too high, Which gives our pride relief, sir; Betivcen tiro stools the bones of fools Are apt to come t grief, sir. Truth, some folks toll, lies in a well, Tbougb why I ne'er could see, xir ; But, some opine 'tis found in wine, Which better pleases me, sir. 0 blessings, &c. Your toii and pain will all be vain, Tu try to milk the buil, sir ; [f forth you jog to shear the hog, You'll get more cry than wool, sir ; Twould task your hand to sow the sar.d, Or shavi a chin that's bare, sir : You cannot strip a Higliland hip pf 'hfit it does not wear, sir. Q blassiügs, &c. Of proverbs in thecominpn styie If üQvr you're growing weary, ['11 try again to raise a smile With two by Lprd Dundreary. You cannot brew good Burgundy Out of au old sow's ear, sir ; Sor can you make a silken purse From very sour small beer, sir. 0 blessings &c. STow he who listeus to my sqag, And heeds what I indiie. sir, Will seldom very far go wrong, And often will go right, sir. But whoso hears with idle ears, And is po wiser made, sir, A fooi is he. and stiil would be, Thougli in a mortar brayed, sir. 0 blessings. &c.