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The devil then made this reply,
Such foolish talk as this I pray lay by;
In yonder village there is kept a fair,
And if you'll go a show you will see there.
No, sir, I beg that you will me excuse,
To go with you indeed I must refuse,
Besides a stranger, sir, you are to me,
Your conversation won't with me agree.
You talk as if you did not better know;
Of having me to see a gallant show,
For, if my learning I neglect at school,
I surely should be taken for a fool.
Then Satan said, my lovely youth so fair,
Will you the pleasure of the world forbear;
The child replied, I needs must tell you plain,
That all your talk to me it is in vain.
Then finding he could no impression make,
Upon this he did immediately take,
Out of his pocket, a large purse of gold,
Saying here, my pretty boy, here this behold,
All this I do intend to give to thee,
If unto my advice you will agree,
I'd have you take your pleasure while you're here,
