POETRY.

FwRITTBa FoR THE ADVOCATE ILLUSTRATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE
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s.T care not for sptaiss if my legs

 were not weary. Time was, wasa sober man, Nv knees did never 'fremble, For I slipped, inafead of flowing can, A wine glAsssIike thimble. My eyes were strong-my lips DO less My pssisesssid never vary But now, Isxnow not how il is, My legs are often weary. Time was, was not plagued by duus, My drdjls were paid instanter--- But now my only hoHorea ones, Are dramgMs on the decanter. For when N c pore On fortune's frown, Spirils are necessary And therefore, pour spirits down, That is--if my legs are weary. once was looked upon with grace nd favor by the ladies; 2et tbat was ere my quarter ddys ls ad ceased to be .iy puy iays. knosY not what the reason is, Pm sure of my health Pm chary, And l aoouid pay a little more heed to

 dress,

 But-my legs are often weary. Well, patience have managed to gain, If haue lost all my beauty And drinking 1 will still maintain, Is both pleasure and duty. Ny nose for spirit lamp you'd take, And my eyes are red and peery; Though it is not for the liquors sake, But--my legs are often weary.