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116 I had some things that I called mine— And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities. The property, my garden, Which having sown with care, He claims the pretty acre, And sends a Bailiff there. The station of the parties Forbids publicity, But Justice is sublimer Than arms, or pedigree. I'll institute an "Action"— I'll vindicate the law— Jove! Choose your counsel— I retain "Shaw"!
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