_"At the Sign of the Lyre,"_
_Good Folk, we present you_
_With the pick of our quire,_
_And we hope to content you!_
_Here be Ballad and Song,_
_The fruits of our leisure,_
_Some short and some long--_
_May they all give you pleasure!_
_But if, when you read,_
_They should fail to restore you,_
_Farewell, and God-speed--_
_The world is before you!_