XXXV.

When first my way to fair I took

Few pence in purse had I,

And long I used to stand and look

At things I could not buy.

Now times are altered: if I care

To buy a thing, I can;

The pence are here and here's the fair,

But where's the lost young man?

— To think that two and two are four

And neither five nor three

The heart of man has long been sore

And long‘ tis like to be.