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As in this book you may behold,
ſet forth by William Lane;
A wealthy merchant brave and bold,
who did a harlot long maintain.
Although a virtuous Wife he had,
likewiſe a youthful daughter dear,
Which might have made his heart full glad,
yet ſeldom would he them come near.
The treaſure which he traded for,
on the tempeſtuous ocean wide,
His Harlot had, he brought it her,
but nothing to his virtuous Bride.
The fineſt ſilks that could be bought,
may, jewels, rubies, diamonds, rings,
He to his wanton Harlot brought,
with many other coſtly things.
She'd ſtill receive them with a ſmile,
when he came from the raging ſeas,
And faid with words as ſmooth as oil,
my deareſt come and take thy eaſe;
To thy ſoft bed of linen fine,
thou art right welcome, love, ſaid ſhe,
Both I, and all that e’er was mine,
ſhall ſtill at thy devotion be.
He brought two hundred pounds of gold,
and after that two hundred more,
With chains and jewels many fold,
and bid her lay them up in ſtore.
Ay that I will thou needs not fear,
and ſo embrac’d him with a kiſs;
Then took the wealth, and ſaid, my dear,
I'll have a ſpecial care of this.
Then did they banquet many days,
feaſting on rich delicious fare;
Thus by her falſe deluding ways,
She drew him in a fatal ſnare.
