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The Answer of A. Neville to the same.

The lack of labour maims the mind,
And wit and reason quite exiles,
And reason fled, flames fancy blind,
And fancy she forthwith beguiles
The senseless wight, that swiftly sails
Through deepest floods of vile excess.
Thus vice abounds, thus virtue quails,
By means of drowsy idleness.
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