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Lo, now is come our joyful'st feast! / Let every man be jolly. / Eache roome with yvie leaves is drest, / And every post with holly. / Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, / And Christmas blocks are burning; / Their ovens they with bak't meats choke / And all their spits are turning. / Without the door let sorrow lie, / And if, for cold, it hap to die, / Wee'l bury 't in a Christmas pye, / And evermore be merry. / Withers' Juvenilia
I had finished my toilet, and was loitering with Frank Bracebridge in the library, when we heard a distant thwacking sound, which he informed me was a signal for the serving up of the dinner. The squire kept up old customs in kitchen as well as hall, and the rolling-pin, struck upon the dresser by the cook, summoned the servants to carry in the meats.