Two pigs, a cow, and wethers half a score,
Increased his stock, and still he look'd for more.
He, for his acres few, so duly paid,
That yet more acres to his lot were laid;
Till our chaste nymphs no longer felt disdain,
And prudent matrons praised the frugal swain;
Who, thriving well, through many a fruitful year,
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Now clothed himself anew, and acted overseer.
Just then poor Lucy, from her friend in town,