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Avarice
As Poorest Beggers are the Best
And those the wretchedst that want lest.
And those the wretchedst that want lest.
And those who venture to climb high
In th' Air, for want of Aire dy,
As men on Tenarif are se'd
For want of Aire to fall down dead.
In th' Air, for want of Aire dy,
As men on Tenarif are se'd
For want of Aire to fall down dead.
To whom no Honey combe nor Sugar
Was ere so sweet as filthy Lucre.
Was ere so sweet as filthy Lucre.
To nothing tru in no Condition
But filthy Lucre and Ambition,
And, like a Greedy Cormorant,
Devouring but increast his want;
Knew all the Secret ways t' amasse,
And drove more Trades with Publique Cash
Then all the Scribes and Publicans
In Princes Customs and Divans.
So greedy and Insatiable
He layd on Right and wrong a Gabel.
But filthy Lucre and Ambition,
And, like a Greedy Cormorant,
Devouring but increast his want;
Knew all the Secret ways t' amasse,
And drove more Trades with Publique Cash
Then all the Scribes and Publicans
In Princes Customs and Divans.
So greedy and Insatiable
He layd on Right and wrong a Gabel.
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