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“Nobody wants to labor,

They all but pray and drone

That god be the provider

For them, and them alone.

Old maids for some kind husbands

Are praying night and day—

Benedicts beg the plague may take

Their nagging wives away.

“O rogues, did not my temper

To kindliness succumb,

I’d crush you all to jelly

Just like a rotten plum.”