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Dank and foul, dank and foul,
Foul and dank, foul and dank,
Who dare sport with the sin-defiled ?
Strong and free, strong and free,
Free and strong, free and strong,
Undefiled, for the undefiled;
60. LONDON RIVER.
All day long in the scorching weather,
All day long in the winter's gloom, Brother and sister stand together,
She with her flowers, and he with his broom.
And the folks go on over London river,
Poor and wealthy, busy and wise : Will nobody see those white lips quiver?
Will nobody stop for those pleading eyes?
The old bridge echoes the ceaseless thunder
Of crowds that gather and stream along,
She cannot sing in that hurrying throng.
She thinks of her home across the ocean
With its deep blue sky and its vineyards green; But who will heed, in that wild commotion,
The pitiful sound of her tambourine?
Flow flow O London river!
Carry thy ships from the mighty town: Tears and smiles in thy heart for ever Tears and smiles as thou hurriest down.
F. E. WEATHERLY.
GERNUTUS THE JEW OF VENICE.
THE FIRST PART,
A new Song, shewing the crueltie of Gernutus a Jew, who lending to a Marchant a hundred Crownes, would have a pound of his Flesh, because he could not pay him at the day appoynted.
In Venice towne not long agoe
A cruel Jew did dwell,
As Italian writers tell.
Gernutus called was the Jew,
Which never thought to die,
To them in streets that lie.
His life was like a barrow hogge,
That liveth many a day,
Until men will him slay.
So fares it with the usurer,
He cannot sleep in rest,
To plucke him from his nest.
How to deceive the poore;
Yet still he gapes for more.
His wife must lend a shilling,
For every weeke a penny, Yet bring a pledge that is double worth,
If that you will have any.
And see, likewise, you keepe your day,
Or else you loose it all:
Her cow she did it call.
Within that citie dwelt that time
A marchant of great fame,
Unto Gernutus came:
Desiring him to stand his friend
For twelve month and a day;
And he for it would pay
Whatsoever he would demand of him,
And pledges he should have: "No" (quoth the Jew with flearing lookes),
“Sir, aske what you will have. “No penny for the loane of it
For one year you shall pay;
Before my dying day.
“But we will have a merry jeast,
For to be talked long:
“That shall be large and strong:
"And this shall be the forfeyture,
Of your owne fleshe a pound:
And here is a hundred crownes."
“With right good will!” the marchant says
And so the bond was made. When twelve month and a day drew on,
That backe it should be payd,
The marchants ships were all at sea,
And money came not in;
To thinke he doth begin.
And to Gernutus strait he comes,
With cap and bended knee; And sayde to him, “Of curtesie,
I pray you beare with mee.
“My day is come, and I have not
The money for to pay:
Will doe you, I dare say."
“With all my heart,” Gernutus sayd,
“Commaund it to your minde: In thinges of bigger waight then this
You shall me ready finde.”
He goes his way; the day once past,
Gernutus doth not slacke To get a sergiant presently,
And clapt him on the backe :
And layd him into prison strong,
And sued his bond withall;
For judgement he did call.
The marchants friends came thither fast,
With many a weeping eye,
But he that day must dye.