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Against Mandras the Vsurer.

M ANDRUS is risen mightilie of late.
He gets the deuill and all, by giuing daie:
Gets he by giuing? a plague on his pate
He giueth nought but that which will not stay:
 That's staylesse time, which he doth precious hold,
 And sels a little for no little gold.
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