[109.]All you that delight to hear a new song,
Or to see the world turn'd topsie turvy e're long,
Come give good attention unto these my Rhimes,
And never complain of the hardness of times,
For all will be mended, by this you may find,
And Golden days come, when the Devil is blind.
And first for the Shopkeeper, this I can tell,
That after long trusting, all things will be well,
The Gallant will pay him, what ever's his due
And make him rejoyce when he finds it is true: