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<HEAD>Poor Robin's <HI>Dream; Commonly called,</HI> Poor Charity.</HEAD>
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<L>I know no Rea&s;on, but this harmle&s;s Riddle,</L>
<L>May as well be Printed, as Sung to a Fiddle.</L>
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<OPENER>To a compleat Tune, well known by Mu&s;icians, and many others: Or, Game at Cards.</OPENER>
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<L>HOw n<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">w good fellow, what all amort?</L>
<L>I pray thee tell me w<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">at is the News,</L>
<L>Trading is dead, and I am &s;orry fort,</L>
<L>Which makes me look wor&s;e than I u&s;e,</L>
<L>If a man hath no imployment whereby to get a penny,</L>
<L>he hath no enjoyment if that he wanteth money,</L>
<L>And Charity is not u&s;ed by any.</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>Sitt<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ng in my Chair, drawing near to the fire,</L>
<L>I fell into a &s;leep like an idle d<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">one</L>
<L>And as I &s;lept, I fell into a dream</L>
<L>I <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">e<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> 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>But afterwards I did perceive,</L>
<L>and &s;omething more I did under&s;tand;</L>
<L>The Stage was the World wherein we live,</L>
<L>the Actors they were all mankind.</L>
<L>And when the Play's ended, the Stage down they fling,</L>
<L>then there will be no difference in this thing,</L>
<L>Between 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 Sithe in his hand,</L>
<L>With the Globe of the World upon his brea&s;t,</L>
<L>to &s;hew that he could the &s;ame command:</L>
<L>There's a time for to work, &amp; a time for to play,</L>
<L>a time for to borrow, and a time for to pay,</L>
<L>And a time that doth call us all away.</L>
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<L>COn&s;cience in order takes his place,</L>
<L>and very gallantly plays his part;</L>
<L>He fears not to flie in a Rulers face,</L>
<L>although it cuts him to the heart:</L>
<L>He tells him that all this is the latter Age,</L>
<L>Which put the Actors into &s;uch a rage,</L>
<L>That they kick'd poor Con&s;cience off the &s;tage.</L>
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<L>Plainly Dealing pre&s;ently appears,</L>
<L>in habit like a &s;imple man:</L>
<L>The Actors at him mocks and jears;</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 entertain'd 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 fare the be&s;t.</L>
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<L>Then cometh in poor Charity,</L>
<L>methinks &s;he looked wondrous old</L>
<L>She quiver'd and &s;he quak'd mo&s;t piteou&s;ly,</L>
<L>it griev'd me to think &s;he was grown &s;o cold:</L>
<L>She had been I' th' City, and in the Country,</L>
<L>Among&s;t the Lawyers and Nobilty,</L>
<L>But there was no room for poor Charity.</L>
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<L>Then comes in Truth, not cloathed in Wool,</L>
<L>but like unto Youth in his white Laun &s;leeves,</L>
<L>And &s;ays the Land it is full, full, full,</L>
<L>too full of Rebels, wor&s;e than Thieves.</L>
<L>The City's full of Poverty, the French are full of pride,</L>
<L>Phanaticks full of Envy, which order can't abide,</L>
<L>And the U&s;urers bags are full be&s;ide.</L>
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<L>Hark how <HI>Bellona</HI>'s Drums they do beat,</L>
<L>methinks they go rattling through the Town</L>
<L>Hark how they thunder through the &s;treet,</L>
<L>as though they would &s;hake the Chimneys <HI>down</HI></L>
<L>Then comes in Mars, the great God of War,</L>
<L>And bids us face about, and be as we were,</L>
<L>But when I wak'd I &s;at in my Chair.</L>
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<P>Printed by and for <HI>A.M.</HI> and &s;old by the Book&s;ellers of London.</P>
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