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 Is this the great affection which
 * you ſeemed to expreſs?

Falſe woman then farewell,
 * whilſt twenty pounds do laſt,

My anchor in ſome other port
 * with freedom I will caſt.

whenWhen [sic] ſhe perceived by his words
 * that he had money ſtore,

That ſhe had gall’d him in ſuch a ſort
 * did grieve her heart full ſore.

Wherefore to call him back again,
 * ſhe did ſuppoſe it beſt,

Stay George, ſaid ſhe thou art too quick,
 * for man I did but jeſt

Doſt thou think for all my ſpeech
 * how I would let the go?

Faith no, ſaid ſhe my love to thee
 * I wiſt is more than ſo

You wont dead with prentice boys
 * I heard you juſt now ſwear,

Wherefore they ſhall not trouble you;
 * my George hearken thine ear.

You’ll not go tonight ſaid ſhe,
 * let what chance will befalbefall [sic];

But man we’ll have money for thee,
 * or elſe the devil take all.

So I was by ſtrong frauds deceiv’d,
 * and ſnared with fancy ſtill,

But had no power to put away,
 * or to withſtand her will.

My father’s rich, and then ſaid I,
 * ſhall I want ſtore of gold?

For with a father, a ſon, ſaid he,
 * may very well make bold.