 | The knave of Clubbs |  |
Craft cousens Couetousnes.
A greedy minded gripple Clearke,Had gathered store of gould,
And studied for a place secure,
His hoorded heape to hould,
At length into an antient toombe,
He put an yron chest,
Cram'd full of coyne, and wrote thereon
These words, Hic Deus est.
A subtill Sexton seeing it,
And greedy of the prey,
Came very secret in the night,
And tooke the gould away,
Then blotting out those latine words,
The Priest had writ thereon,
wrote Resurrexit non est hic.
Your God is risen and gon.
| The knave of Clubbs | |