Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP. |
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THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP.
How many pledges in a day,
Are ta'en and given here?
As many, we may truly say,
As lovers insincere
To maidens make, to give and break,
And keep or not for pleasure's sake.
Are ta'en and given here?
As many, we may truly say,
As lovers insincere
To maidens make, to give and break,
And keep or not for pleasure's sake.
My Lady B. has lost a ring,
O would it might be found!
She has not pawn'd it! no such thing,—
She hates the very sound.
A Pawnbroker! O shameful tale,
You might as well propose a gaol.
O would it might be found!
She has not pawn'd it! no such thing,—
She hates the very sound.
A Pawnbroker! O shameful tale,
You might as well propose a gaol.
My Lady C. has lost a pearl,
Unlucky, hapless lot!
'Twas such a gift, from such an earl,
His name I have forgot;
If any one on Christie calls,
He'll see it at the Golden Balls.
Unlucky, hapless lot!
'Twas such a gift, from such an earl,
His name I have forgot;
If any one on Christie calls,
He'll see it at the Golden Balls.
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Lord X. has lost a rich estate,
But money must be had;
He pawns his studd, himself or plate,
And probably goes mad.
He throws the die! unlucky cast,
Veloceped, has come in last.
But money must be had;
He pawns his studd, himself or plate,
And probably goes mad.
He throws the die! unlucky cast,
Veloceped, has come in last.
A lovely girl! 'tis really true,
A tear was in her eye,
Look'd more than once, as forth she drew
A locket with a sigh:
“He gave it me!” she faintly said,
“I pawn it for the sake of bread:—
A tear was in her eye,
Look'd more than once, as forth she drew
A locket with a sigh:
“He gave it me!” she faintly said,
“I pawn it for the sake of bread:—
“And yet if money can be found,
“I'll work both day and night,
“Thou dearest pledge, 'tis deepest wound
“To tear thee from my sight;
“Yet go, necessities compel,
“I will redeem thee! fare thee well.”
“I'll work both day and night,
“Thou dearest pledge, 'tis deepest wound
“To tear thee from my sight;
“Yet go, necessities compel,
“I will redeem thee! fare thee well.”
Ah me! 'tis money makes us all,
For want of wisdom want:
A little prudence, who would fall,
Or pawn, or fawn, or cant?
May all from usury be free,
And live and love in liberty.
For want of wisdom want:
A little prudence, who would fall,
Or pawn, or fawn, or cant?
May all from usury be free,
And live and love in liberty.
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