How sweet it is to see the new-sown cornfield fresh and even, With blades just springing from the soil that only ask a shower from heaven. Then, while kindly rains are falling, indolently to rejoice, Till some worthy neighbor calling, cheers you with his hearty voice. Well, with weather such as this, let us hear, Trygaeus tell us What should you and I be doing? You're the king of us good fellows. Since it pleases heaven to prosper your endeavors, friend, and mine, Let us have a merry mee
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