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A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
Dies at the opening day.
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home.
The Diverting History of John Gilpin
John Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
“Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we
No holiday have seen.
“To-morrow is our wedding day,
And we will then repair
All in a chaise and pair.
“My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,
On horseback after we.”
He soon replied, "I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
"I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go.”
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said;
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.”
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O’erjoyed was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folks so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad..
John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddletree scarce reach'd had he
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
Would trouble him much more,
'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
“The wine is left behind !”
“Good lack !" quoth he — "yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise."
Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul !)
Had two stone bottles found,
And keep it safe and sound.
Then over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath his well-shod feet,
Which gall’d him in his seat
“So, fair and softly," John he cried,
But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon,
In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must
Who cannot sit upright,
And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
Away went hat and wig;
Of running such a rig.
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both,
At last it flew away.
Then might all people well discern
The bottles he had slung;
As hath been said or sung.