Chapter 22 No.22

Shall I believe a spirit so divine

Was cast in the same mould with mine?

Why then does Nature so unjustly share

Among her elder sons the whole estate,

And all her jewels and her plate?

Poor we! cadets of Heaven, not worth her care,

Take up at best with lumber and the leavings of a fare:

Some she binds 'prentice to the spade,

            
            

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