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A LOOKING-GLASS FOR CORN-HOARDERS
But God that heares their moane, for their sakes hath this showne,
That's already noysd and blowne ouer the Land.
5 A Farmer there did dwell,
rich he was, rich he was, Who had much Corne to sell,
and store of graine: Iohn Russell was he nam'd,
whose base fact hath him sham'd, Because it is proclaim'd
to his disgrace.
6 A poore man wanting graine,1
came to him, came to him, Requesting to obtaine
some of his store, The Farmer yeeldes thereto,
seeming willing to doe This for the poore man, so
he might be payd.
7 The Farmer toke his price
of his Corne, of his Corne, The poore man was not nice
but yeelded to it: He bid him repaire home,
and bring with him that summe That they concluded on,
and he should haue 't.
8 The poore man came and brought
to the house, to the house, Of the Farmer, and sought
him, to fulfill His former promise made,
When he these words had said, His mony downe he paid
vnto the Farmer.
1 Text has a period.