What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd. The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful ... - Page 73 by William Oldys - 1740 Full view -
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