They all sweare that they love,
when they meane nothing so,
And boast of these tricks
but I know &c.
There's many an Usurer,
that like a Drone,
Doth idly live
upon his moneys Lone:
From Tens unto Hundreds
his money doth grow,
They all sweare that they love,
when they meane nothing so,
And boast of these tricks
but I know &c.
There's many an Usurer,
that like a Drone,
Doth idly live
upon his moneys Lone:
From Tens unto Hundreds
his money doth grow,