157 NINTH CLASS—PARADOXES. CCLXXIII. O that I was where I would be, And where I would be I cannot. CCLXXIV. If all the world was apple-pie, And all the trees were bread and cheese, CCLXXV. The man in the wilderness asked me, CCLXXVI. Here am I, little jumping Joan; I'm always alone. CCLXXVII. [The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the nursery history of Mother Hubbard.] There was an old woman, and what do you think? She went to the baker, to buy her some bread, And when she came home, her old husband was dead; She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her old husband was well. CCLXXVIII. There was an old woman had nothing, CCLXXIX. [The following is quoted in Parkin's Reply to Dr. Stukeley's second number of "Origines Roystonianæ," 4to. Lond. 1748, p. 6.] Peter White will ne'er go right, And would you know the reason why? CCLXXX. Pillycock, Pillycock,* sate on a hill; * This word occurs in MS. Harl. 913, fol. 54, a MS. of the fourteenth century. |