Any Way for Wealth

E'ene all Religious courses to be rich
Hath been reherst, by Joell Michelditch:
But now perceiving that it still do's please
The sterner Fates, to cross his purposes;
He tacks about, and now he doth profess
Rich he will be by all unrighteousness:
Thus if our ship fails of her Anchor hold,
We'l love the Divell, so he lands the gold.
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