welcome to my new place; it hurts the eyes

A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set;
Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Or monarch's hands that let not bounty fall
Where want cries some, but where excess begs
all.


 " bang bang, i shot you down
bang bang, you hit the ground."