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Heretics All

Heretics all, whoever you may be,
         In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
         You never shall have good words from me.
         Caritas non conturbat me.
         But Catholic men that live upon wine
         Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine;
         Wherever I travel I find it so,
         Benedicamus Domino.
         On childing women that are forelorn,
         And men that sweat in nothing but scorn:
         That is on all that ever were born,
         Miserere Domine.
         To my poor self on my deathbed,
         And all my dear companions dead,
         Because of the love that I bore them,
         Dona Eis Requiem.

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