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Carved by a swarthy knave / Close by the Adrian wave / Came I to being. / To me a soul he gave, / In gold he did me lave, / To suit your seeing.
Mine is a pleasant life, / Jove bless his flashing knife, / Who wrought my living. / For me nor care nor strife, / Joys in my days are rife, / Joys of your giving.