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.

AUGUST.

Now Country Lubbers whet their Harvest Tools, To drudge like Slaves, and to be paid like Fools. For Farmers get their Riches by the Pains Of those who do much Work for little Gains.

THE Rural Sons and Daughters of Plenty and Industry will now be every where as busie as so many Squirrils in a Nutting-season. Scithes and Sickles will be far more useful Weapons than either Sword or Pistol. Husbandmen, to show their Strength and Abilities, will down with every thing they come near; for what-ever Field they appear in, nothing will be able to stand against 'em; they will hack

and hue till they have cut off more Thousands in a Day, than were ever slain in Battel since William the Conqueror: And more Ears will be taken off in a Morning, than ever were forfeited in the Pillory since Perjury has been wink'd at.

There will be more Eating, Drinking, Pissing, and Sweat∣ing, in this Month, than in any six Weeks in the two and fifty. Great Labour requires much Sustenance; and five Meals a Day will be as common in most Counties in England, as one in two Days to a Hackney-Writer in this Town, du∣ring the long Vacation.

Fat plump young Maids will be of much more use to Far∣mers in their Harvest-work, than thin Weather-beaten Thorn-backs, as dry as a Roll of Parchment; for the former will drip more at Rump and Arm-pits, in one Hours working, than a Surloin of Turnip-fed Beef shall do in two Hours roast∣ing; which fertile Juice will Manure the Ground much bet∣ter against next Season, than a Barrow full of Su—nce. Tho' the Weather will go near to be excessive hot, yet Farmers at their Harvest-Home, will make their Ovens much hotter; which, by the assistance of a Housewife, instead of a Midwife, will be deliver'd of so many Pies and Puddings, as are suffi∣cient to make the Jaws wag of a gluttonous number of Horse-Godfathers and Godmothers, till their Bellies are satisfied; then the strong Drink will go about, and the blind Fidler play Bobbin Joan, till the Men are as Drunk as Brewers Swine, and the Wenches as Letcherous as She-Monkies.

The Hog-men at Islington will now be mighty busie in fatting up their Porkers with Guts and Garbage against Bar∣thomew-Fair, and abundance of supernumerary Pigs, which their Sows can't fatten, will be put out to Nurse to Sp—l Bi—s, to be made fit for the Spit, and to be roasted by the Cooks in Smithfield, where they will be serv'd up as fat as Puppy-Dogs, with a Plate full of stew'd Flies, decoy'd by a little Sugar into a Sauce-Pan of destruction.

Tho' St. Bartholomew's-Day happens this Year upon a Sun∣day, yet you will find the following Fortnight will be never the less wicked for having so good a beginning. Whoring, Drinking, Playing the Rogue, as well as the Fool, eating Pig and Pork, cracking of Nuts, and picking Pockets will be as practicable as ever, tho' Drolls, the most innocent diver∣sion of all the Pastimes of the Fair, will go near to be put down, thro' the industry of those who wisely prefer Modesty and Good Manners before Vice and Poverty. Bad Wine, worse Women, and intollerable Musick, will greatly abound in Smithfield and the Lanes adjacent, during this Fortnights Carnival. Physicians and Quack-Doctors will be very busie for a Month after.