CHAPTER XII. 



SCENE, A CHURCH- YARD. 



Enter LEISTER, OTTER, SWIVELTOP, and MAY-FLY. 



May. Here let us wind up and unscrew. What 

 is more fitting than that we close the feats of the 

 year in a church-yard? Ah! Doctor, we are out of all 

 humour with Time, he hath put to flight so many 

 schemes of ours. Designed we not more than the 

 summer hath room for ? and now where is even the 

 smoke of our intentions? But 'tis better in truth 

 as it is, else were there too many remembrances of 

 happiness in our hearts not to make the future miser- 

 able. I like to find that disappointments have been 

 mingled up with pleasures, it steels me the more 

 against suffering. And this has been the last of the 



