It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods.
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