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Therefore choose you what you will,
Wed me, sir, or try your skill.
Step within that pleasant bower,
With your friend one single hour,
Strive your thoughts to reconcile,
And I will wander here the while.
While this eharming lady waited,
The young baehelors debated,
What was best for to be dono;
Quoth his friend, the hazard run.
If my judgment may be trusted,
Wed her first, you can't be worsted,
If she's rieh, you'll rise to fame,
If she's poor, why you're the same.
He eonsented to be married,
In her coaeh they all were earried,
To a ehurch without delay,
Where he weds the lady gay.
The sweet pretty Cupid's hover'd
Round her eyes, her face was eover'd
With a mask, he took her thus,
Just for better or for worse.
With a courteous kind behaviour,
She presents his friend a favour,
And withal dismiss'd him straight,
That he might no longer wait.
PART IV.
As the gilded coach stood ready,
The young lover and his lady,
Rode together till they eame
To her house of state and fame.
