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! sing me something well: While all the neighbours shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground. Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.

The espaliers and the standards all Are thine; the range of lawn and park: The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark, All thine, against the garden wall.

Yet, though I spared thee kith and kin, Thy sole delight is, sitting still, With that gold dagger of thy bill To fret the summer jennetin.