How sacred are the duties of some,
That special careers subdue barbarism.
How fed are the learned ones,
That disease earned its ablutions.
We practise a wider plan of deceit,
Forming from the placid and bittersweet.
Barbaric despots overhaul the minority,
And capture or capitulate, what deformity!
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