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Mart. Lib. 12. Epig. 23.
When Mony I on my bare Bond do crave,Youv' none: I'le Mortgage, Sir,—oh! now you have.
Thus, Thelesine, you will not trust a Friend,
But on the Credit of his Field You'l lend.
You'r cast at Law; tell not me, tell my Land—
You want a Friend—not I, my Field shall stand.
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