Who are the Best Laborers

You in good blinkers can see nothing shocking,
I shy and start before a crimson stocking;
I think what dippings and how deep have dyed
Those courtly trappings of unchristian pride;
Then, looking into the next field, percieve
Men work the better for less width of sleeve.
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