Testo Bet You Don't!!!

Charity never bargains, if at all; something of Tartary silk or finest scarlet? -- He'll have 'em both!
Or haven't you heard?! Or what would you think?
I've got a broken and cotrite heart, (and wouldn't you know it)
I'm weary with my groaning,
and each night I
rain down on my bed,
soak my couch with tears.
Found yourself on the Malvern Hills penniless and starving puzzling out your dream:
Betcha Don't
Manage to take Your own advice.
I've got a contrary and useless disposition
And feel it all slipping away from me.
E'en like as a dream
when you are awake
so you make their image
vanish out of the city.