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28. On Mans unequall division.
Lord, 'tis a common course; w'are apt and freeTo take the Best, and share the worst to Thee:
We Fleet the Mornings for our owne Designe;
Perchance, the Flotten Afternoones are thine:
Thou giv'st vs Silke; we offer Cammills-hayre;
Thy blessings march ith' Front; our thanks, ith' Reare.
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