The poem
To an apple-woman's stall
Once some children nimbly ran; Longing much to purchase all, They with joyous haste began Snatching up the piles there raised, While with eager eyes they gazed On the rosy fruit so nice; But when they found out the price, Down they threw the whole they'd got, Just as if they were red hot.
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The man who gratis will his goods supply Will never find a lack of folks to buy!
1820.