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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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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |