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Hence Others, whose ungovern'd Years have run
Quite thro' the Leavings of their Father's Care,
Reduc'd to Want, by Us'rers are undone;
And perish in Extortion's griping Snare:
At once the greedy Whirl-pool drinks 'em down,
And, e're they can perceive they sink, they drown.
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