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CROMWELL
When he, faithful and true, from her side
Hied.
And to God his love did entrust,
In trust,
No tender Adonis, soft-eyed,
Tried,
With glances that, managed with skill,
Kill,
To lure the amatory belle
To rebel.
And when he returned, she'd a score
Or more!
Trick [to Gramadoch.
Now listen to my legend, in thy turn. [He sings.
Epoch curious!
Job and Lazarus
Have gold in store
The while King Crœsus
In Peloponnesus
Doth alms implore.
Epoch strange, I trow!
Of black and white as snow.
Of imp and angel, too,
A mixture rare!
And damsels fair to see,
Who spotless virgins be,
Or say they are!
Beauties not unkind,
Husbands quick to mind,
Brainless wittols,
Whose Lucreces gay
