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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
