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THE W E ATI IE R ■ B Et\ TEN SOGER,
f A R r t.
TJ ERE you may fee the turns of fate.
From woe to joy, from poor, to great;
A mark of Fortune’s fpecial love,
Who did a {bidders grief remove.
One who in former days, ’tis told.
Had trudg’d through weather hot and cold,
’Till'he was poor and pennylefs.
You would have laugh’d to‘ve feen the drefa,
Hisfhoes with trudging up and down,
No tole they had; a hat no crown ;
His coat no fleeves, his fliirt the fame.
But by his fule a fworl of fame.
Without a feabbard good or bad,
Nor was there.any to be had;
His coat'and breeches would not come,
In 0epth.to cover half his bum.
Nov/ being weary of liis trade ;
One day he to his Captain laid,
Pray now give me a full difcharge, »
That I my fortune may enlarge.
I am perfuaded I (hall be,
A burgo-maher, Sir, -{aid he.
To Venice, if you’ll let me go.
Eis Captain fouling, anfwer’d, No.
» ^ith you, (aid he, I will not part.
*Ther), thought the foldier, I’ll defert,
My colours, let what will hefal:
And foon he went for good and all.
Now as he march’d with all his might*
fa coalman and hii ^orthy knight,

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