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Rh For poor folks Beauty is utility, And fitness, home-spun habit and grogram gown. Care for the woven web and plenishing gear And healthful labour shall be your concern, With no fantastick care for Beauty.

Nay, You will not chide me, leaning at the loom, If from the lattice I may gaze at whiles Upon the giant pear-tree at your door, I us'd to dream the fairies lov'd the tree And I would garland it each holyday, At dawn and twilight it would whisper me A message from the fairies.

Ah, the pear, With all its bounteous blossom, it fruited ill, I fell'd it lately, grubb'd the root away,