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IV.
Lam.
Unfaithful cockney dogs! your God is gain.
When in your town I spent my great estate,
What crowds of cits came flocking to my train,
What shoals of tradesmen ate then from my plate!
My name was always Laymyngetowne the great.
But when my wealth was gone, ye kenn'd me not,
I stood in ward, ye laughèd at my fate,
Nor cared if Laymyngetowne the great did rot.
But know, ye curriedowes, ye soon shall feel,
I've got experience now, although I bought it weel.
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