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PL.776.004
6 Jan 1776:41 (50)
THE ROBBER ROBB'D.
A certain Priest had hoarded up
A mass of sacred gold;
And where he might bestow it safe,
He knew not to be bold.
At last it came into his thought,
To lock it in a chest,
Within the chancel; and he wrote
Thereon, hic Deus est.
A merry wag whose greedy mind
Did long for such a prey,
Respecting not the sacred words,
That on the casket lay;
Took out the gold; and blotting out
The priest's inscript thereon
Wrote, Resurexit, non est hic;
Your God is rose and gone.
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