122 The Complett Angler. 



Bright ft ines the Sun,play feggers, play, 

 here's fir aps enough tofirve to day : 



What noife of viols isfofweet 



As when our merry clappers ring ? 



What mirth doth want when beggers meet ? 



A beggers life is for a King : 



Eat, drink and play 9 Jle*p when we lift, 

 Go where we willfoftocks be mift. 

 Bright Jhines the Sun, play beggers , &c 



The world is ours and ours alone y 



F$r we alone have world at will\ 



We pur chafe not, all is our own. 



Both fields andjireets we beggers fill: 

 Play beggers play, play beggers play 9 

 here's fir aps enough toferve to day. 



A hundred herds of black and white 

 Upon our Gowns fecurely fe?d\ 

 And yet if any dare us bite, 

 He dies therefore as fur? as Creed: 

 Thus beggers I/jrd it as they pleafe 9 

 And only beggers live at eafe : 

 Bright fhines the Sun, play beggers play, 

 here" s fir ap* enough toferve to day. 



Pijl 



