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XXXVIII. Death to the Tradesman.
Think on Adam's bankruptcy,
Which brought you all in debt to me,(1)
I'm come for my demand to you;
Then pay me instantly my due
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XXXIX. The Tradesman's answer.
Creditor-like with haughty air,
And high demands, you at me stare;
But I'm prepar'd, my will is made,
My soul I leave to God, who said,
He'd ne'er desert a sinner, when
He cry'd for mercy to him ; then
My goods I give to my relations,
According to their different stations ;
Satan on all my sins may seize,
You on my body, if you please.
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