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239.
[He tramples on his Lord's command]
He tramples on his Lord's command,His dread authority defies,
Who heaps up treasure as the sand,
Himself and house to aggrandize:
But naked as he enter'd in,
Out of the world he soon shall go,
Receive the wages of his sin,
And find the traitor's place below.
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