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58 The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out anights to steal for fees: The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands, And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.

observers may foretell the hour, (By sure prognosticks) when to dread a shower. While rain depends, the pensive cat gives o'er Her frolicks, and pursues her tail no more. Returning home at night, you'll find the sink Strike your offended sense with double stink. If you be wise, then go not far to dine; You'll spend in coach-hire more than save in wine. A coming showier your shooting corns presage, Old aches will throb, your hollow tooth will rage; Sauntering in coffeehouse is Dulman seen; He damns the climate, and complains of spleen. Meanwhile the south, rising with dabbled wings, A sable cloud athwart the welkin flings, That swill'd more liquor than it could contain, And, like a drunkard, gives it up again. Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope, While the first drizzling shower is born aslope: Such is that sprinkling which some careless quean Flirts on you from her mop, but not so clean: You fly, invoke the gods; then, turning, stop To rail; she, singing, still whirls on her mop. Not