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A fisher, while he angled in a brook,
A dead mans skull by chance hung on his hook;
The pious man in pitty did it take,
To bury it, a grave with's hand did make;
And as he digg'd, found gold Thus to good men,
Good turnes with good turnes are repay'd agen
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