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 MORAL.

I hate to preach—I hate to prate—
 * I'm no fanatic croaker,

But learn contentment from the fate
 * Of this East India broker.
 * He'd everything a man of taste
 * Could ever want, except a waist:
 * And discontent
 * His size anent,

And bootless perseverance blind, Completely wrecked the peace of mind
 * Of this East India broker.

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