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VVealthye Cittizens.
You Cittizens that are of Diues wealth,
His costly cloathing, and his dainty fare,
Regarding nothing but selfe-ease and health:
How euer Lazarus lyes poore and bare:
your Dogges are not so kinde to licke their sores,
But rather serue to bite them from your dores.
His costly cloathing, and his dainty fare,
Regarding nothing but selfe-ease and health:
How euer Lazarus lyes poore and bare:
your Dogges are not so kinde to licke their sores,
But rather serue to bite them from your dores.
You that do make your Tables Poulters stalles,
Great prouocation to the sinfull flesh:
And though the famish'd, hunger-starued calles
For Iesus sake, with Crummes our wantes refresh:
Your Dishes haue the food for which they cry:
You play with that, for which they pine and die.
Great prouocation to the sinfull flesh:
And though the famish'd, hunger-starued calles
For Iesus sake, with Crummes our wantes refresh:
Your Dishes haue the food for which they cry:
You play with that, for which they pine and die.
Ile Stabbe yee.
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