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Text: You married money, then—at least that fact is stated. / Alas! Your suffering wife, her taste was vitiated. / Oh! The
poor maids should wed whoever fate doth show them. / They seldom marry equals, and often those below them. / You needn’t put
on airs, and show your shapeless feet, / For if you found your level, you’d be sweeping in the street. / We can always tell
a man, no matter how he feels, / And if he is a donkey he always shows his heels.
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