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Bounteous are they, kind and loving,
Doing whatsoe'er's behoving:
These hold and walk together wholly,
And state their Lands on Uses holy.
Whether Pure these are, or are not,
As I know not, so I care not;
But if they be dissembling Brothers,
Their Life surpasseth many others:
See but their Cell, School, and their Temple,
You'll say the Stars were their Example.
Thence to Stilton, slowly paced,
With no Bloom nor Blossom graced;
With no Plumbs nor Apples stored,
But Bald like an old Man's Forehead;
Yet with Inns so well provided,
Guests are pleas'd when they have try'd it.
Thence to Wansforth-brigs, a River
And a Wife will live for ever:
River broad, an old Wife jolly,
Comely, seemly, free from Folly:
Gates and Gardens neatly gracious,
Ports, and Parks, and Pastures spacious.
Seeing there, as did become me,
Written, LORD, HAVE MERCY ON ME,
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