If we may judge of matter by the mind,
Emasculated to the marrow It
Hath but two objects, how to serve, and bind,
Deeming the chain it wears even men may fit,
[248] Eutropius of its many masters,-blind
To worth as freedom, wisdom as to wit,
Fearless-because no feeling dwells in ice,
Its very courage stagnates to a vice.
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