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16 There's vanity—a quaint, fantastic vice, Whereby a mortal takes much credit for The beauty of his face and form, and claims As much applause for loveliness as though He had designed himself! Then jealousy— A universal passion—one that claims An absolute monopoly of love, Based on the reasonable principle That no one merits other people's love So much as—every soul on earth by turns! Envy—that grieves at other men's success, As though success, however placed, were not A contribution to one common fund! Ambition, too, the vice of clever men Who seek to rise at others' cost; nor heed Whose wings they cripple, so that they may soar. Malice—the helpless vice of helpless fools, Who, as they can not rise, hold others down, That they, by contrast, may appear to soar. Hatred and avarice, untruthfulness, Murder and rapine, theft, profanity— Sins so incredible, so mean, so vast, Our nature stands appalled when it attempts To grasp their terrible significance. Such are the vices of that wicked world!


 * Eth. My brothers, sisters, Lutin has returned,

After a long delay, from yonder earth: