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“More have I here of joy and bliss,
of ladyship great and bloom of life,
than all the men in the world might win,
ask'd they award by way of right.
Though, well-nigh now, I late began,
at even to the vineyard came,
first of my hire my Lord bethought;
I was paid anon the payment full
Others were there who had to wait,
who sweated long before, and toil'd;
yet nothing got they of their hire,
nor will perchance for long years more.”
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