Discontents In Devon
Robert Herrick
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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