On Bank the Usurer
Bank feels no lameness of his knotty gout,
His monies travel for him, in and out:
And though the soundest legs go every day,
He toils to be at hell, as soon as they.
His monies travel for him, in and out:
And though the soundest legs go every day,
He toils to be at hell, as soon as they.
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