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Now the lady who had fill'd him
With those fears, full well beheld him
From a window, where she drest,
Pleased at the pleasant jest.
When she had herself attired,
In rich robes to be admired,
She appeared in his sight,
Like a moving angel bright.
Sir, my servants have related,
How you have some hours waited
In my parlour, tell me who
In my house you ever knew.
Madam, if I have offended,
It is more than I intended;
A young lady brought me here,
That is true, said she, My dear.
I can be no longer cruel
To my joy and only jewel,
Thou art mine, and I am thine,
Hand and heart I do resign.
Once I was a wounded lover,
Now those fears are clearly over;
By receiving what I gave,
Thou art lord of what I have.
Beauty, honour, love, and treasure,
A rich golden stream of pleasure,
With his lady he enjoys;
Thanks to Cupid's kind decoys.
Now he's cloth'd in rich attire,
Not inferior to a squire,
Beauty, honour, riches, store,
What can man desire more?
