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Well Shot Death.

One at his Neighbours house did ayme,
And ouer's head, shot for the same,
Which greedy villaine would not cease,
Till he had got away the Lease:
Scarse was the Writing seal'd and dry,
But Death, comes for him, he must dye:
And now his conscience full of woe,
Cryes out, to Hell his soule must goe:
And that for him was no more grace,
Then was for those in Deuils case.