40.

The Barber.

44.

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The Gardener.

Barber', the token's good, say'st thou,

If kindly Nature help not art,

That thou dost life's warm blood let now?

Planting be useless, leave thy part.

Methinks thy sign in aries go'th,

For how wilt to the flowers restore

Lie down and die, though thou be loth.

That life, which I from thee take o'er?

4i.

The Pedlar.

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The Peasant.

Hold! Pedlar, stay! Thy wares give o'er,

Ho! Peasant, how thy bread dost gain?

In truth are mine thou and thy store.

I gain't by labour, want and pain.

For what e'er runneth on the earth,

Yet rather peasant poor live I,

Have I bought for an apples' worth.

Than nobleman lie down and die.

42.

The Fisherman.

46.

The Soldier.

Through human craft no bird doth soar.

Courage! good Soldier! parry well.

The waters teem with fish no more.

Have care no wound my weapon fell

By power of man, all ill do fare,

Imbued with serpents venom make.

Till him with net and trap I snare.

Must die if struck. Thy life I take.

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The Watchmaker,

47-

The Man of the world.

Clock and alarum hast thou made,

Who in his wealth and gold doth trust,

And yet this question dost evade.

And buildeth joys on this world's dust,

By nature must thou to the Tomb

Ere he his earthly hopes attain,

As run thy clocks down, tis thy doom.

With Death for life must fight amain.