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A Fayring.

A fayring if you ask, I will next day
Bestow upon you the new puppet play:
The children made in wax, I dare not try,
For I confesse, the modells at your eye
Will melt themselves away, and then you know
The man will be undone, and lose his show.
What monsters would you see? Ile bring a man
Has been in France or Italy, that can
Play his deformities with all the fair.
Wee'l for the Cloysters, where the pictures are,
The King and Queens, the Princes, all the babies,
The paper Lords, and all the painted Ladies,
The men of ginger-bread, what art can do,
You shall see Canibals will eat them too.
Wee'l to the horse that dances, and ('tis said)
Tells money and which Virgin is a maid.
This beast must be an understanding creature,
For he will snort you by instinct of nature:
If you but name the Pope, there's somthing in't,
That a wall eye should read Geneva print.
These are but half the knacks wee'l see, and buy,
If you will walk into the Fayr with me:
But you are angry, Mistris, troth, I meant
A jest, in answer of your merriment;
For sure you cannot mean, with hope to gain
That gift from me is worth your entertain.
For whatsoever is not I, must be
Trifles, and empty things bestow'd on thee;
And you may thank your beauty for't, I am
So poor, I have not left my self a name,
Or substance, not translated thine before,
He that bestow'd his heart, can give no more.
If thou wilt have a Fayring from me, then
Give my self back, Ile give it thee agen.