The Quip

The merry World did on a day    With his train-bands and mates agree    To meet together where I lay,    And all in sport to jeer at me.     First Beauty crept into a rose,    Which when I pluck'd not, "Sir," said she,    "Tell me,

I pray, whose hands are those?"    But Thou shalt answer,

Lord, for me.     Then Money came, and chinking still,   "What tune is this, poor man?" said he;   "I heard in music you had skill:"   But Thou shalt answer,

Lord, for me.    Then came brave Glory puffing by   In silks that whistled, who but he?   He scarce allow'd me half an eye:   But Thou shalt answer,

Lord, for me.    Then came quick Wit and Conversation,   And he would needs a comfort be,   And, to be short, make an oration:   But Thou shalt answer,

Lord, for me.    Yet when the hour of Thy design   To answer these fine things shall come,   Speak not at large, say,

I am Thine;   And then they have their answer home.