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Outweigh the balance of thy crimes ?
But why such haste ? the Sick Man whines :
Fool, says the Vision, now 'tis plain, Your life, your soul, your heaven was gain; From every side, with all your might, You scraped, and scraped beyond your right; And after death would fain atone, By giving what is not your own.
Where there is life there's hope, he cried ; Then why such haste ? so groaned and died.
A JUGGLER long through all the town
Vice heard his fame; she read his bill;
Is this, then, he so famed for sleight?
Provoked, the juggler cried, 'Tis done.
Thus said, the cups and balls he played;
He shakes his bag, he shows all fair;
Vice now swept forth, and took the place
This magic looking-glass, she cries (There, hand it round), will charm your eyes. Each eager eye the sight desired, And every man himself admired.
Next to a senator addressing:
Twelve bottles ranged upon the board,
A purse she to a thief exposed,
opes his fist, the treasure's fled: He sees a halter in its stead.
She bids ambition hold a wand;
A box of charity she shows :
She shakes the dice, the board she knocks, And from her pockets fills her box.
A counter in a miser's hand
A guinea with her touch you see
The Juggler now, in grief of heart,
SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK-EYED SUSAN.
The streamers waving in the wind,
Oh, where shall I my true love find ?
Rocked with the billow to and fro,
He sighed and cast his eyes below;
Shuts close his pinions to his breast
And drops at once into her nest.
O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain;
We only part to meet again.
Believe not what the landmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind:
every port a mistress find.