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Rh 'Tis granted that a greater grief attends Departed moneys than departed friends; None ever counterfeits upon this score, Nor need he do't; the thought of being poor Will serve alone to make the eyes run o'er. Lost money's grieved with true unfeignèd tears, More true than sorrow of expecting heirs At their dead fathers’ funerals, though here The back and hands no pompous mourning wear. But if the like complaints be daily found At Westminster, and in all courts abound; If bonds, and obligations can't prevail, But men deny their very hand and seal, Signed with the arms of the whole pedigree Of their dead ancestors to vouch the lie, If Temple Walks, and Smithfield never fail Of plying rogues, that set their souls to sale To the first passenger, that bids a price, And make their livelihood of perjuries; For God's sake why are you so delicate, And think it hard to share the common fate? And why must you alone be favourite thought Of heaven, and we for reprobates cast out? The wrong you bear, is hardly worth regard, Much less your just resentment, if compared