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Merry Drollerie,
What falſhood drew in,
Grace never grew in,
Love wilt not raiſe him upon anothers ruine.
He can preſent ye
With peace and plenty,
Love never advanceth one by throwing down of twenty.
Where Love is in ſeaſon,
There Truth is and Reaſon,
The ſoul of Love is never underlaid with Treaſon.
He never doth quarrel
For Princely apparrel,
Nor ever fixed a chair of ſtate upon a barrel.
Grace never grew in,
Love wilt not raiſe him upon anothers ruine.
He can preſent ye
With peace and plenty,
Love never advanceth one by throwing down of twenty.
Where Love is in ſeaſon,
There Truth is and Reaſon,
The ſoul of Love is never underlaid with Treaſon.
He never doth quarrel
For Princely apparrel,
Nor ever fixed a chair of ſtate upon a barrel.
Love from the dull pit
Of Follies full pit
Never took an Anvil out, and put it in a pulpit.
Love is no ſinker,
Truth is no ſlinker,
In mending breaches Love did never play the tinker.
Where Vengeance and Luſt is,
No truth nor truſt is,
As will appear at laſt in Gods high Court of Juſtice.
Pity and remorſe is
The ſtrength of Loves Forces,
Paul never converted men by ſtables fill’d with horſes.
Of Follies full pit
Never took an Anvil out, and put it in a pulpit.
Love is no ſinker,
Truth is no ſlinker,
In mending breaches Love did never play the tinker.
Where Vengeance and Luſt is,
No truth nor truſt is,
As will appear at laſt in Gods high Court of Juſtice.
Pity and remorſe is
The ſtrength of Loves Forces,
Paul never converted men by ſtables fill’d with horſes.
Mercy is fading,
Truth is degrading,
Love is the only cauſe of Plenty, Peace, & Trading.
Truth is degrading,
Love is the only cauſe of Plenty, Peace, & Trading.
Love
