were fair; Yet now are all things turning round and round, When on firm basis
Who, as a rule, a treatise now would care To read, of even moderate sense?
As for the rising generation, ne'er Has youth displayed such arrogant
Since for the last time I the Brocken scale, That folk are ripe for doomsday,
now one sees; And just because my cask begins to fail, So the whole world is
Stop, gentlemen, nor pass me by, Of wares I have a choice collection: Pray
honour them with your inspection. Lose not his opportunity! Yet nothing in my
booth you'll find Without its counterpart on earth; there's naught, Which to the