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EPIGRAM.
The traitor Judas stands upon record,For selling to the Jews our blessed Lord;
But he, in traffic, will a novice seem,
To all who hear how we've improv'd his scheme.
He to the Jews but once his Lord cou'd sell,
How often we may do't no man can tell;
And (to his shame, and our renown, be't told)
He made but silver of him, we make gold.
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