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Thofe in the deeper vitals rage:

Lo, Poverty, to fill the band,

That numbs the foul with icy hand,

And flow-consuming Age.

To each his fuff'rings: all are men,

Condemn'd alike to groan;

The tender for another's pain,

Th' unfeeling for his own.

Yet ah! why should they know their fate?

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HY M N

ΤΟ

ADVERSITY,

Ζίνα

Τὸν φρονῶν βροτοὺς ὁδώ

σαντα, τῶ πάθει μαθαν

Θέντα κυρίως ἔχειν.

ESCHYLUS, in Agamemnone,

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