From distant regions Fortune sends
An odd triumvirate of friends;
Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,
Where never yet a codling ripen'd:
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Dingley and Brent,
Wherever they went,
Ne'er minded a word that was spoken;
Whatever was said,
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I am jet black, as you may see,
The son of pitch and gloomy night:
Yet all that know me will agree,
I'm dead except I live in light.
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When on my bosom thy bright eyes,
Florinda, dart their heavenly beams,
I feel not the least love surprise,
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APPLES
COME buy my fine wares,
Plums, apples and pears.
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Charming oysters I cry:
My masters, come buy,
So plump and so fresh,
So sweet is their flesh,
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Pallas, observing Stella's wit
Was more than for her sex was fit,
And that her beauty, soon or late,
Might breed confusion in the state,
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The Scottish hinds, too poor to house
In frosty nights their starving cows,
While not a blade of grass or hay
Appears from Michaelmas to May,
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All travellers at first incline
Where'er they see the fairest sign
And if they find the chambers neat,
And like the liquor and the meat,
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This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;
Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.
She chose a thread of greatest length,
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