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 My trade is sufficient a wife to maintain

What need I to pilfer for profit or gain?

It is a great folly to brag of your trade,

You know I have a fortune and richly array’d;

Then how do’st thou think to maintain me, I pray,

By working for sixpence or twelve pence a day?

Then love do not treat me with scorn and disdain;

I'll make no great question, but you I’ll maintain,

My jewel, and thou shalt be richly array’d,

By help of thy fortune I’ll set up my trade.

But does thou imagine my friends will bestow

Their daughter on you, they very well know,

Your slender condition so poor as you are,

In certain they will not and therefore forbear.

Will not, nor cannot, be clearly deny'd,

You must be my jewel, my joy, and my bride,

And as for your parents I’ll make them agree,

ar joy if thou wilt be ruled by me.

When kisses had softened her innocent heart,

When every glance did some favour Impart,

Without more disputing she yielded true love,

And this was kept private three months and above.

Her father he came for to hear at the last;

all that in private between them had past;

Wherefore in a desperate passion he fell,

And said, you must bid your Taylor farewell.

Or else I'll disown you for ever he cry'd,

A gentlemans son I mind to provide,