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Is Man No More Than This? Consider Him Well. Thou Ow'st The Worm No Silk, The Beast No Hide, The Sheep No Wool, The Cat No Perfume. Here's Three On's Are Sophisticated. Thou Art The Thing Itself; Unaccommodated Man Is No More Than Such A Poor, Bare, Forked Animal As Thou Art.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

I Was Adored Once Too.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.