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 Thy money, merit, pow′r and pelf, Were squander′d by thy fall; Yet, having nothing in thyself, Thy Husband is thy all.

Law-precepts, threats, may both beset To crave of thee their due: But justice for thy double debt Thy Husband did pursue.

Though justice stern as much belong As mercy to a God; Yet justice suffer′d here no wrong, Thy Husband′s back was broad.

He bore the load of wrath alone, That mercy might take vent; Heaven′s pointed arrows all upon Thy Husband′s heart were spent.

No partial pay could justice still, No farthing was retrench′d; Vengeance exacted all, until Thy Husband all advanc′d.

He paid, in liquid golden red, Each mite the law requir′d, Till with a loud ′Tis finished, Thy Husband′s breath expir′d.