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Lease-mongers.
Rent-raysing rascals, you that care not how
You do exact vpon the needy wretch,
That liue euen on the poore mans sweating brow,
And from his painefull toyle, your ryches fetch:
Early and late, his labours all are spent,
To pay a churlish dogged Naball rent.
You do exact vpon the needy wretch,
That liue euen on the poore mans sweating brow,
And from his painefull toyle, your ryches fetch:
Early and late, his labours all are spent,
To pay a churlish dogged Naball rent.
You whom the Prophet curseth with a woe,
House-mongers, that on earth would euer dwell:
Grinding the poore, as their distresses shoe:
And at the price of old Shooes do them sell,
You that of Earth enough will neuer haue,
Till soule in Hell, and body in the graue.
House-mongers, that on earth would euer dwell:
Grinding the poore, as their distresses shoe:
And at the price of old Shooes do them sell,
You that of Earth enough will neuer haue,
Till soule in Hell, and body in the graue.
Ile Stabbe yee.
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