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And Cron will hold his owne, or't shal go hard,

The diuel helpe him for a small reward:

The diuels helpe, oh tis a mightie thing,

If he but say the word, Cron is a King.

Oh then the diuel is greater yet then hee:

I thought as much, the diuell would master bee.

And reason too (saith Cron) for what care I,

So I may liue as God, and neuer die.

Yea golden Cron, death will make thee away,

And each dog Cron, must haue a dying day.

And with this resolution I bequeath thee

To God, to the diuel, and so I leaue thee.

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