The works of that late most excellent philosopher and astronomer, Sir George Wharton, bar. collected into one volume / by John Gadbvry ...
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- The works of that late most excellent philosopher and astronomer, Sir George Wharton, bar. collected into one volume / by John Gadbvry ...
- Author
- Wharton, George, Sir, 1617-1681.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by H. H. for John Leigh ...,
- 1683.
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- Subject terms
- Rothmann, Johann.
- Booker, John, 1603-1667. -- Bloody Irish almanack.
- Lilly, William, 1602-1681. -- Merlini Anglici ephemeris -- 1647.
- Astrology -- Early works to 1800.
- Palmistry -- Early works to 1850.
- Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714.
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http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A65576.0001.001
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"The works of that late most excellent philosopher and astronomer, Sir George Wharton, bar. collected into one volume / by John Gadbvry ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A65576.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 8, 2024.
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Page 370
Yet some (although ••hey on me seem to doat)
Will not vouchsafe me ev'ry Year a Coat;
Whose duller Brats I wish no l••ss forlorn
And naked, twelve Months after they are born.
Another, his Mundungus (with me) lights,
All, save three Pages, where he wisely writes
When's Mare took Horse; his Cows th'impatient Bull;
Or, when hims••lf, some foul lascivious Trull.
Y••t this, forbids no ••ntries; only I
Would not be Pand••r to such Drudgery.
Nor do I grudge the hungry flames a whit;
For, they consume not, they refine my Wit.
Others b••hind them (in Fools Ordure) throw
My injur'd Leaves: they'll serve the Bible so.
But O th' Exchange! there, I endure the Rack,
Such Din is made, with Wharton's Almanack!
I can't but Blush for shame, when I do meet
My Name (like Small-Coal) cry'd in ev'ry Street.
Howbe't, I there••n set the bolder face,
Because, like Fortune have, ev'n Acts of Grace.
And yet, some trifling Shops provoke me most:
For, here and there, they ••ail me to a Post:
O Cruel Hands! but that my Patience bears,
It w••ll presaging what attends their Ears.
Thus pleased, or displeased, I appear,
Servant or Slave, t'all Interests, once a Year.
So let me pass: And when this Journey's over,
I'le try if be••ter luck I can di••cover.