TY - BOOK ID - 138711901 TI - The rich farmers ruine; : vvho murmured at the plenty of the seasons, because he could not sell corn so dear as his covetous heart desired. To the tune of, Why are my eyes still flowing, as it is play'd on the violin. This may be printed, R.P PY - 1685 PB - [London] : Printed for J. Back, at the Black Boy on London-Bridge, near the draw-bridge., DB - UniCat KW - Broadsides KW - Cruelty in literature UR - https://www.unicat.be/uniCat?func=search&query=sysid:138711901 AB - eebo-0018 ER -