THE MERCHANT.

My trade doth everything

To every land supply,

Discovers unknown coasts,

Strange countries doth ally.

I never did forestall,

I never did engross,

Nor custom did withdraw

Though I return'd with loss.

I thrive by fair exchange,

By selling and by buying,

And not by Jewish use,

Reprisal, fraud, or lying.

Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age · 第 28 / 37 题