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III.

So they two played at wordy battledore And kept a curse forever in the air, Flying this way or that from shore to shore; No other labor did this holy pair, Clothed and supported from the lavish store Which crowds lanigerous brought with daily care; They toiled not neither did they spin; their bias Was tow'rd the harder task of being pious.