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 Now the lady who had fill'd him

With those fears, full well beheld him

From a window, where she drest,

Pleased at the pleasant jest.

When she had herself attired,

In rich robes to be admired,

She appeared in his sight,

Like a moving angel bright.

Sir, my servants have related,

How you have some hours waited

In my parlour, tell me who

In my house you ever knew.

Madam, if I have offended,

It is more than I intended;

A young lady brought me here,

That is true, said she, My dear.

I can be no longer cruel

To my joy and only jewel,

Thou art mine, and I am thine,

Hand and heart I do resign.

Once I was a wounded lover,

Now those fears are clearly over;

By receiving what I gave,

Thou art lord of what I have.

Beauty, honour, love, and treasure,

A rich golden stream of pleasure,

With his lady he enjoys;

Thanks to Cupid's kind decoys.

Now he's cloth'd in rich attire,

Not inferior to a squire,

Beauty, honour, riches, store,

What can man desire more?