George Crabbe quotes

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Worn with life's care, love yet was love.
Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain,
Like other farmers, flourish and complain.
Here dull and hopeless he'd lie down and trace
How sidelong crabs had scrawled their crooked race;
With awe, around these silent walks I tread;
These are the lasting mansions of the dead.
What I behold are feverish fits of strife,
'Twixt fears of dying and desire of life:
While the town small-talk flows from lip to lip;
Intrigues half-gathered, conversation-scraps,
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Habit with him was all the test of truth,
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
Because the Muses never knew their pains.
They boast their peasants' pipes, but peasants now
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A potent quack, long versed in human ills,
Who first insults the victim whom he kills;
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I sought the simple life that Nature yields;
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