Chapter LXXXVII

When the wind is in the east,
'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the north,
The skilful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
When the wind is in the west,
Then 'tis at the very best.

LXXXVIII.

Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear;
Christmas comes but once a year.