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The merry
world did on a day
With his train-bands and mates
agree
To meet together where I lay,
And all in
sport to jeer at me.
First, Beauty crept into a rose,
Which when I plucked not, "Sir," said she,
"Tell me,
I pray, whose hands are those?"
But thou shalt
answer, Lord, for me.
Then Money came, and chinking
still,
"What tune is this, poor man?" said he,
"I
heard in music you had skill."
But thou shalt answer,
Lord, for me.
Then came brave Glory puffing by
In
silks that whistled -who but he?
He scarce allowed me
half an eye.
But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Then came quick Wit and Conversation,
And he would
needs a comfort be,
And, to be short, make an
oration.
But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Yet
when the hour of thy design
To answer these fine
things shall come,
Speak not at large: say, I am
thine;
And then they have their answer home.
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