Love to faults is always blind;
Always is to joy inclin'd,
Lawless, wing'd and unconfin'd
And breaks all chains from every mind.
Deceit to secrecy confin'd,
Lawful, cautious and refin'd;
To anything but interest blind,
And forges fetters for the mind.
The souls of men are bought and sold,
And milk-fed infancy for gold;
And youth to slaughter-houses led,
And beauty, for a bit of bread...
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