[1] How Avarice Loseth All, By Striving All To Gain, I Need No Witness Call But Him Whose Thrifty Hen, As By The Fable We Are Told, Laid Every Day An Egg Of Gold. 'She Hath A Treasure In Her Body,' Bethinks The Avaricious Noddy. He Kills And Opens - Vexed To Find All Things Like Hens Of Common Kind. Thus Spoil'D The Source Of All His Riches, To Misers He A Lesson Teaches. In These Last Changes Of The Moon, How Often Doth One See Men Made As Poor As He By Force Of Getting Rich Too Soon!
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