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On Eves Apple.
Eve for thy fruite thou gav'st too deare a price,What? for an Apple give a Paradise?
If now a dayes of fruite such gaines were made
A Costermonger were a devillish trade.
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What? for an Apple give a Paradise?
If now a dayes of fruite such gaines were made
A Costermonger were a devillish trade.