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9.
Nowise! At back of all that spread
 Of merchandize, woe's me, I find
A hole i' the wall where, heels by head,
 The owner couched, his ware behind,
 —In cupboard suited to his mind.

10.
For why? He saw no use of life
 But, while he drove a roaring trade,
To chuckle, "Customers are rife!"
 To chafe, "So much hard cash outlaid
 Yet zero in my profits made!