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A priest did with a thief together come,
To th'place, where he was to receive his doom
Said; Be not sad, do but believe, and thou
Shalt be a guest, to feast with Angels now
He sigh'd, and said; if you'll true comfort shew,
Go then and take my place, I'l stay below
No, quoth the Priest, this day I keep a fast,
And cannot eat untill this day be past.
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