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Discontents In Devon
More discontents I never had
Since I was born, than here;
Where I have been, and still am, sad,
In this dull Devonshire.
Yet justly too I must confess,
I ne’er invented such
Ennobled numbers for the press,
Than where I loath’d so much.
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