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And knowledge of all sorts, must be so ample; Who saw great folks, and follow'd their example, Made on the dweller of the cave, impression; And soon, whatever was his best possession, His sanctuary within the rock's deep breast, His soft-eyed partner, and her nest, He thought of with indifference, then with loathing; So much insipid love was good for nothing.— But sometimes tenderness return'd; his dame So long belov'd, so mild, so free from blame, How should he tell her, he had learn'd to cavil At happiness itself, and longed to travel? His heart still smote him, so much wrong to do her, He knew not how to break the matter to her. But love, tho' blind himself, makes some discerning; His frequent absence, and his late returning,