 | The Melancholie Knight |  |
To Ladie Pecunia.
A pin for them that care a point for me,And that's the loue betweene my selfe and thee,
Proud Lady of the gold and siluer mine,
Thou scorn'st my company, I banish thine:
What stampe soeuer thou about dost beare,
And causest many for to stampe and sweare;
Or runnest current quoine, from man to man,
I am not currant thou hast made me wan.
And therefore since thou giuest me vnrest,
In being stranger to my purse and chest,
Not looking on me with thy golden face,
Nor yeelding me angelicall embrace:
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But comest to me by sixe-pence, and by shilling;
To be thy Treasurer I doe abhorre it,
Ile neither purse nor chest, nor bagge thee for it,
But vse thee euen in all disgrace I may,
To eate and drinke, and dice thee still away.
| The Melancholie Knight | |