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Where Plenty smiles - alas! she smiles for few,The wealth around them makes them doubly poor.
— George Crabbe
Where Plenty smiles - alas! she smiles for few,The wealth around them makes them doubly poor.
The murmuring poor, who will not fast in peace.
A master passion is the love of news.
Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain,Like other farmers, flourish and complain.
Habit with him was all the test of truth,It must be right: I’ve done it from my youth.
Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys,Are never valued till they make a noise.
