Poor Robin's prophecy, for the year 1701 Found several years after his death, hid under an old close-stool-pan. And now publish'd by his executors, to make some people merry, and the rest mad. Containing, comical predictions for every month in the year, carefully calculated, to make both sexes shake their sides till they break their twatling-strings.

DECEMBER.

The Merry Christmas Season now draws near, When all fare well, that can afford good Chear. But he that has no Coin or Credit got, May play at Cards with his own Wife for nought.

SUch cold Weather is likely to attend this Month, that a Chaldron of Coals will be as welcome a Present to a poor Man, with a large Family, as a lusty Male Bedfellow to a brisk young Widdow, with a large Concupiscence. Very little Ceremony will be us'd in an Ale-house Kitchin, amongst Porters and Carmen; For he that has a warm Seat next the Fire, will scarcely, with Cap in hand, desire another to accept on't. Woodmongers and Colliers will grind the Poor by their Extortion, till they make 'em shiver for want of Mo∣ney, to buy Firing. And Vintners will be so unconscionable in the size of Faggots, that a Man may warm his Inside at a less expence in a Brandy-Shop, than he can his out-side in a Tavern.

On the 11th. of this Month the Sun enters Capricorn, and makes the Winter-Solstice, at which time, according to Com∣putation of those Wise-men of Gotham, Astrologers, the Hy∣emsial

Quarter has its beginning; nor will they allow till then, that the Hoary Churl, crown'd with his Wreath of wither'd Carrots, comes blowing of his Nails into our Hori∣zon, tho' a Dutch-Woman, were she in England, would be glad, six Weeks before the time, to keep a Stove under her Petti∣coats, to keep her Modicum from freezing.

In the Week before Christmas, most Families will be pos∣sess'd with such a Spirit of Cleanliness, that the Servant Wench that is lazy, and has a Housewifely Scold to her Mistress, will be in as bad a Purg••tory, till her Work's over, as a Fellow that drives tir'd Hogs with a Whip, there being nothing but Grunting, Squeaking, and Correction, till with much Pains he has forc'd 'em to the end of their Journey.

On the 25th. according to old Custom, Christmas makes its entrance, attended with a Noble English Train of roasted Surloins for his Body-Guard, who every one advance to his proper Post the Table, with a Mess of scalding Plumb-Por∣ridge, carry'd before him to give notice of his coming. A Detachment of Minc'd Pies, by General Coquus, will be or∣der'd to bring up the Rear; who, like a parcel of true English Worthies, will suffer themselves to be cut in Pieces in this Christian War, without flinching; the Enemy they engage with will be an Army of Cannibals, arm'd with Knife and Fork, who eat what they destroy, and always fight upon their A—s till they have gain'd the Victory. The Blood of abun∣dance of French Grapes will be also spilt upon this Religious Occasion; to which, because they are of Romish Extract, our Protestant Priest will shew no Mercy; and the Battel thus begun, will be continued in Skirmishes, till the twelve Days be over.