George Crabbe

Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead,
To find such numbers who will serve instead:
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Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead,
To find such numbers who will serve instead:
And in whatever state a man be thrown,
'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
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From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These first induce him the vile trash to try,
Then lend his name, that other men may buy.

Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the read more

Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Will we discern the wounds within.

The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.

The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.