,Of evry kind of Woman too.For wealth the Sailor ploughs the main,The Merchant thinks of nought but gain ;—We even see superior sense,And all the powers of eloquence,Nay, evry impulse of the breast,Yield to the calls of Interest.But if nor base, nor sordid viewBlends with the purpose we pursue,If… … ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 137 Tis that Self-Intrest—that Self-LoveWhich Truth and Virtue must approve;And gives perfection to the planThat ought to govern social Man. How easy then to draw the lineBetween the motives that combine,To guide the intellectual powerWhose regulation rules the hourWhich…
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