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Upon a Passing Bel.
Heark how the Passing Bel
Rings out thy neighbours knel,
And thou for want of wit,
Or grate, ne're think'st on it,
Because thou yet art well.
Rings out thy neighbours knel,
And thou for want of wit,
Or grate, ne're think'st on it,
Because thou yet art well.
Fool, in two dayes or three,
The same may ring for thee;
For deaths impartial dart
Wil surely hit thy heart,
He will not take a fee.
The same may ring for thee;
For deaths impartial dart
Wil surely hit thy heart,
He will not take a fee.
Since then he wil not spare,
See thou thy self prepare
Against that dreadful day
When thou shalt turn to clay,
This bel bids thee beware.
See thou thy self prepare
Against that dreadful day
When thou shalt turn to clay,
This bel bids thee beware.
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