THE time arrived again to house the store; The labourer collected as before; Leaves solely to his lordship were assigned, Who sought for those a ready sale to find, But through the market ridicule was heard, And ev'ry one around his jest preferred: -- Pray, Mister Devil, where d'ye grow these greens? How treasure up returns from your demesnes
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