LXXXVII.

When the wind is in the east, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the north, The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the south, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the west, Then 'tis at the very best.

LXXXVIII.

Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear; Christmas comes but once a year.