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ΔΩΡΟΝ ΑΔΩΡΟΝ. Thank you for Nothing. |
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ΔΩΡΟΝ ΑΔΩΡΟΝ. Thank you for Nothing.
When cloudless skies, or Spring's soft season fairCalls forth the citizens to take the air;
The landlord kindly asks his guests to dine
On well-corn'd beef, or pork's high-relish'd chine:
The season'd fraud succeeds, and soon or late
A shoal of gudgeons gobble up the bait.
The savoury viands make them thirst the more,
Creating drought, and swelling out the score.
My landlord, faith! is not so kind, I think;
He gives his victuals, but he sells his drink.
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