Celia Celia
When I am sad and weary,
When I think all hope has gone,
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on.
(Adrian Mitchell)
Merrythought's Song
With hey trixie terlery-whiskin
The world it runnes on wheeles
When the young mans prick's in
Up goes the maiden's heeles.
(Frn Beaumont & Fletchers "Knight of the Burning Pestle.)
It was a Maid of Brenten Arse
Sing dyllum, dyllum, dyllum, dyllum,
I can tell you, and I will
Of my lady's water-mill.
It was a maid of brenten arse,
She rode to mill upon a horse,
Yet was she maiden never the worse.
Laid was she upon a sack,
Strike soft, she said, hurt not my back,
And spare not, let the mill clack.
Iwis, the miller was full nice,
His millstones hanged by a vice
And would be walking at a trice.
This maid to mill did oft resort
And of her game made no report,
But to her it was full great comfort.
(Anonym)
Money
Workers earn it,
Spendthrifts burn it,
Bankers lend it,
Women spend it,
Forgers fake it,
Taxes take it,
Dying leave it,
Heirs receive it,
Thrifty save it,
Misers crave it,
Robbers seize it,
Rich increase it,
Gamblers lose it...
I could use it.
(Richard Armour)
Epitaph
Posterity will ne'er survey
A nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
Stop, traveller, and piss.
(Lord Byron)
