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Credulous Cron, Cron credulous in all,
Sweares that his kingdome is in generall.
As he is Regent of this Heauen and Hell,
So of the Earth, all others hee'le expell:
The Skies at his dispose, the Earth his owne,
And if Cron please, all must be ouerthrowne.
Cron, Cron, aduise thee Cron with the copper nose,
And be not rulde so much by false suppose:
Least Crons professing holinesse turne euil,
And of a false god, proue a perfect diuil.
I prithee Cron find out some other talke,
Make not the Burse a place for spirits to walke:
For doubtlesse if thy damned lies take place,
Destruction followes, farwell sacred grace.
Th' Exchange for goodly Merchants is appointed,
Why not for me sayes Cron, & mine anointed?
Can Marchants thriue and not the Vse'r nie?
Can Marchants liue without my companie?
No Cron helps all, and Cron hath help from none,
What others haue is Crons, & Crons his owne.