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WHEN he hunts with crossbow at Green Gate,
His horses throng the empty suburbs.
When did he get those presents from the palace?
Decked out with jade he swaggers in the saddle.
Off he goes, his hounds heading for home,
Back he comes to a banquet of boiled lamb.
A sack of gold couldn't buy such dishes,
He turns his nose up even at badgers' paws.
Dare we ask where this fellow springs from?
His father wears a sword hung at his belt.
Yet in a white-thatched cottage on West Hill
A wise man lives in lonely poverty.
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