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There you shall at mid-winter see
Cucumbers, gourds, grapes and apples,
And wreaths of fragrant violets
Covered with dust, as if in summer.
And the same man will sell you thrushes,
And pears and honey-comb and olives,
Beestings and tripe and summer olives,
And grasshoppers and bullocks’paunches.
There you may see full baskets packed
With figs and myrtle, crown’d with snow.
There you may see fine pumpkins join’d
To that discovered bond, and mighty turnips,
So that a stranger may well fear
To name the season of the year.