8 The whiles my hands I washed in purity;
The whiles > Meanwhile
9 The whiles my soul was soiled with foul iniquity."
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Infinite moe, tormented in like paine
2 He there beheld, too long here to be told:
Ne Mammon would there let him long remaine,
4 For terrour of the tortures manifold,
In which the damned soules he did behold,
6 But roughly him bespake. Thou fearefull foole,
Why takest not of that same fruit of gold,
8 Ne sittest downe on that same siluer stoole,
To rest thy wearie person, in the shadow coole.
1 Infinite more, tormented in like pain
like > similar
2 He there beheld, too long here to be told: 3 Nor Mammon would there let him long remain, 4 For terror of the tortures manifold 5 In which the damned souls he did behold, 6 But roughly him bespoke. "You fearful fool,
bespoke > addressed
7 Why take not of that same fruit of gold,