They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less.
From Matthew Green
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.
Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority.
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