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So Officers stretch to more than law can do, |
As our nails reach what no else part comes to. |
Why barest thou to yon Officer? Fool, hath he |
Got those goods, for which erst men bar'd to thee? |
Fool, twice, thrice, thou hast bought wrong, & now hungerly |
Beg'st right, but that dole coms not till these dy. |
Thou had'st much, and laws Urim and Thummim trie |
Thou wouldst for more; and for all hast paper |
Enough to cloath all the great Charricks Pepper. |
Sell that, and by that thou much more shalt leese |
Then Hammon, when he sold his Antiquities. |
O wretch, that thy fortunes should moralize |
Esops fables, and make tales, prophesies. |
Thou art the swimming dog whom shadows cozeneth, |
Which div'st near drowning, for what vanisheth. |
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