  No one can be pleased with me, I am dark and dull to see; Those whom money troubles tease Hate me, for I spoil their ease. Welsh am I, and English too, Scottish, in another view; Wide and narrow, small and great, Dreary, too, and desolate. Let him think of me, who eats Marmalade, and other sweets; Full of work am I, and wealth, Though too closely packed for health. |
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