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( 6 ) While the charming Lady waited,

The young Batchelor debated,

What was beſt for to be done,

Quoth his friend the hazard run.

If my judgment may be truſted,

Wed her ſir you can't be worſted:

If ſhe is rich ſhe'll raise your ſame,

If ſhe is poor you are the ſame.

He conſented to be married.

In the coach they all were carried,

To a church without delay.

Where he weds the lady gay,

There ſweet pretty Cupid hover'd.

Round her eye: her face was cover'd,

With a mask he took her thus

Just for better or for worſe

With a courteous kind behaviour,

Sbe preſents his friend a favour.

And with all diſmiſt him Straight,

That he might no longer wait.

AS the gilded coach ſtood ready,

The young lawyer and his Lady,

Rode together till they came

To her houſe of ſtate and ſame:

Which appeared like a caſtle,

Where he might behold a parcel,

Of young cedars tall and ſtraight,

Juſt before her palace gate,

Hand in hand they walk'd together

To a hall or parlour rather

Which was beautiful and fair,

All alone ſhe left him there.