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Of a Theefe hang'd by his Prey.

A T HEEFE once stealing of a sheepe, did tye
 His legs, to hang about his necke thereby;
And as he went, to rest him he did stay
His burden on a stile that crost his way.
The strugling prey beyond the stile did fall
And hang'd still by the Theefe it hangd withall:
 So without iudgement, mercy or releefe
 At the stile's barre the Theft did hang the Theefe.
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