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All clothed with new and coſtly clothes,
of rich embroider'd ſilk and gold.
The Miſs when ſhe this pomp beheld,
did offer him a kind embrace,
But he with wrath and anger fill'd,
did ſtraight upbraid her to her face.
But ſhe with ſmiles, theſe words exreſs'd,
I have a faithful love love for thee,
Whate'er I ſaid, was but a jeſt,
why did'ſt thou go ſoon from me,
It was full time to go from thee,
you have another love in ſtore,
Whom you have furniſh'd with my gold
and jewels, which I have brought on ſhore.
'Tis falſe, ſhe ſaid, I have them all;
with that the merchant ſtraight rplied,
Lay them before me, then I ſhall
be ſooh convinc'd and ſatisfy'd.
Then up ſhe ran and fetch'd them down,
the jewels, gold and rubies bright,
He ſeiz'd them all, and with a frown,
he bid the wanton jilt good night.
When he had ſeiz'd the golden purſe,
and ſweep'd up every precious ſtone,
She cried, what, will you rob me thus?
yes that I will of what's my own.
You wanted to betray my life,
but thanks to God, there's no ſuch fear,
Theſe jewels ſhall adorn my wife,
henceforth your houſe I'll not come near.
Home he return'd to his ſweet wife,
and told her all that he had done,
Ever ſince they live a happy life,
and he'll to harlots' no more run.
Thus he the wanton harlot bit,
who long had his deſtruction ſought,
This was Penny-Worth of Wit,
the beſt that e'er a merchant bought.
FINIS.
