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<HEAD>Poor <HI>Robin</HI>'s Dream, commonly call'd, Poor Charity.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>I know no rea&s;on but this harmle&s;s Riddle,</HI></L>
<L><HI>May as well be Printed as Sung to a Fiddle.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To a compleat Tune, known by Mu&s;icians and many others, or, Game at Cards.</OPENER>
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<L>HOw now good fellow, what all amort?</L>
<L>I pray thee tell me what is the news?</L>
<L>Trading is dead, and I am sorry fort.</L>
<L>which makes me look wor&s;e than I u&s;e;</L>
<L>If a man hath no employment whereby to get a penny</L>
<L>He hath no enjoyment if that he wanteth mony,</L>
<L>And charity is not u&s;ed by many.</L>
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<L>I have nothing to &s;pend nor i've nothing to lend,</L>
<L>I've nothing to do, I tarry at home,</L>
<L>Sitting in my chair, drawing near to the fire,</L>
<L>I fell a&s;leep like an idle drone,</L>
<L>And as I &s;lept I fell into a dream,</L>
<L>I &s;aw a Play acted without e're a theam,</L>
<L>But I could not tell what the Play did mean,</L>
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<L>Yet afterwards I did perceive,</L>
<L>and &s;omething more did under&s;tand,</L>
<L>The Stage was the world wherein we live,</L>
<L>the Actors they were all man kinde,</L>
<L>When the Play is ended, the Stage down they'l fling</L>
<L>Then there will be no difference in this thing</L>
<L>Betw&eacute;en a Beggar and a King.</L>
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<L>The fir&s;t that acted I prote&s;t,</L>
<L>was Time with a Gla&s;s and a Sithe in his hand</L>
<L>The Globe of the world upon his brea&s;t,</L>
<L>to &s;hew he could the &s;ame command,</L>
<L>Ther's a time for to work, and a time for to play</L>
<L>A time for to borrow, and a time for to pay,</L>
<L>And a time that calls us all away.</L>
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<L>COn&s;cience in order takes his place</L>
<L>and very gallantly plaies his part,</L>
<L>He fears not to flye in a Rulers face</L>
<L>although it cuts him to the heart,</L>
<L>He told them all this is the latter age,</L>
<L>Which put the Actors into &s;uch a Rage,</L>
<L>That they kickt poor Con&s;cience from the &s;tage,</L>
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<L>Plain dealing pre&s;ently appears</L>
<L>in habit like a &s;imple man,</L>
<L>The Actors at him mocks and jeers</L>
<L>pointing their fingers as they ran</L>
<L>How came this fellow into our company?</L>
<L>Away with him many a gallant did cry,</L>
<L>For plain dealing will a beggar dye.</L>
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<L>Di&s;&s;imulation mounted the Stage,</L>
<L>but he was cloathed in gallant attire,</L>
<L>He was acquainted with youth and age,</L>
<L>many his company did de&s;ire,</L>
<L>They did entertain him in their very brea&s;t,</L>
<L>There he could have harbour and quietly re&s;t,</L>
<L>For di&s;&s;emblers and turn-coats fares the be&s;t.</L>
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<L>Then cometh in poor Charity,</L>
<L>methinks t\&s;he looked wondrous old.</L>
<L>She quiverd and quakt mo&s;t pitteou&s;ly,</L>
<L>it griev'd me to think &s;he was grown &s;o cold,</L>
<L>She had b&eacute;en ith' City and in the Country,</L>
<L>Likewi&s;e among&s;t the Lawyers and the Nobility</L>
<L>But there was no room for poor Charity.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then comes in Truth not cloathed in wool,</L>
<L>but like youth in his white Lawn &s;l&eacute;eves</L>
<L>He &s;aies the Land is full, full, full,</L>
<L>too full of Rebells wor&s;e than theeves,</L>
<L>The City's full of poverty, the French are full of pride</L>
<L>Phanaticks full of envy, that order can't abide,</L>
<L>And the V&s;urers bags are full be&s;ide,</L>
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<LG>
<L>Hark how <HI>Bellonia's</HI> drums do beat,</L>
<L>methinks it goes ratling through the town,</L>
<L>Hark how it thunders through the &s;treet</L>
<L>as if it would &s;hake the Chimney's down,</L>
<L>Then comes in <HI>Mars</HI> the great God of war</L>
<L>And bids us face about, and be as we were,</L>
<L>And when I awakt I &s;ate in my Chair.</L>
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<P>London, Printed for J. Clark at the Harp and Bible in We&s;t Smith-field. With Allowance.</P>
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