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Poem by John Gay
Air. If Lawer’s Hand Is Fee’d
A fox may steal your hens, sir, A whore your health and pence, sir, Your daughter rob your chest, sir, Your wife may steal your rest, sir, A thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picking, With rest, pence, chest and chicken; It ever was decreed, sir, If lawyer’s hand is fee’d, sir, He steals your whole estate.
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