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And tho' by trick he oftest drubs Mankind have felt his pow'r in Clubs. Like Polypus his natures found He's often slic'd without a wound; As worms increase from sever'd limb To Mortals gain by cutting him.--- My whole the ravish'd bosom feels When sudden joy its sorrow heals; By all pursued with anxious care And spurn'd alone by grim despair. To the sick 'tis health & ease To quacks, & Lawyers 'tis their fees To Parson 'tis his tithe & dinner 'Tis absolution to the sinner. To each 'tis what he would obtain
