Actor and Fishmonger

An actor one day, at a fishmonger's shop
In the city, stood kicking his heels,
And cried, " I espy an indifferent crop;
You've nothing but turbot and eels.
Your benefit brings you a bumper, my lad,
But still it must give you the spleen;
I find in your house not a plaice to be had,
And yet not a sole to be seen.
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