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O skyey wheel, all base men you supply With baths, mills, and canals that run not dry, While good men have to pawn their goods for bread: Pray, who would give a fig for such a sky?

A potter at his work I chanced to see, Pounding some earth and shreds of pottery; I looked with eyes of insight, and methought 'Twas Adam's dust with which he made so free!

The Sáki knows my genus properly, To all woe's species he holds a key; Whene'er my mood is sad, he brings me wine, And that makes all the difference to me!