rusting silverware, old books and magazines, a few pieces
Some pleasures gratis to enjoy, Should surely cause you no annoy. While
bright with stars the heavens appear, I'll sing a masterpiece of art: A moral
song shall charm her ear, More surely to beguile her heart.
Kathrina say, Why lingering stay At dawn of day Before your lover's door?
Maiden, beware, Nor enter there, Lest forth you fare, A maiden never more.
Maiden take heed! Reck well my rede! Is't done, the deed? Good night, you
poor, poor thing! The spoiler's lies, His arts despise, Nor yield your prize,
Whom are you luring here? I'll give it you! Accursed rat - catchers, your