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[Love banish'd Heav'n, in Earth was held in scorne]
Love banish'd Heav'n, in Earth was held in scorne,Wand'ring abroad in Need and Beggerie;
And wanting Friends, though of a Goddesse borne,
Yet crav'd the Almes of such as passed by:
I, like a Man devout, and charitable,
Clothed the Naked, lodg'd this wand'ring Ghest,
With Sighes and Teares still furnishing his Table,
With what might make the Miserable blest.
But this ungratefull, for my good desert,
Intic'd my Thoughts, against me to conspire,
Who gave consent to steale away my Heart,
And set my Brest, his Lodging, on a fire.
Well, well, my Friends, when Beggers grow thus bold,
No marvell then though Charitie grow cold.
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