Let me keep my appearance, My Lord. Let me do.
Let my crop, which are values, be for to pursue.
And when treading the corn, in my thrift and review,
muzzled not be my oxen. My earnings be true.
By the corn of the field, which I harvest and treat,
I make cakes to my pleasure, delicious and sweet.
Also bread I do make for my hunger to ease.
Like that pain-staking role-playing will never cease.
At the day of The Lord be unleavened the bread,
though, no strengthening of justice the day God is head.
At God’s Easter the Children of Israel eat
bread unleavened along with their fire burned meat.
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