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countablest dreams that ever was heard of;” and falls to repeating all he had seen over night. Poh, poh, says she, never mind such idle whimsses, and think what you can eat for hreakfast.” So up got my lady, and provided him something that was com-fortable, and from that time he was re-covered of his melancholy, so the mounte-bank had his reward, and the judge sat upon the bench for several years after.
Reason's quite lost where melancholy rules.
The wisest men we see are sometimes fools.
DEATH and the COBLER
DEATH at a cobler’s door oft made a
stand,
And always found him on the mending
hand;
At last came death, in very dirty weather,
And rip’d the sole from off the upper-lea-
ther.
Death put a trick upon him, and what
was’t ?
The cobler call’d for’s awl, death brought
his last.
A. Imlay, Printer, Aberdeen.
