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Rh Man to his like moves furious war, As if were not too numerous far Alone the medical squadrons straight The world itself to depopulate! Well, so be it! There are of usurers heaps in Spain, Of catchpoles, hucksterers, heaps again, And of vintners too, yet people still Are talking of robbers on the hill: Well, so be it! In vain may the poor, O Conde! try Thy door, for the dog makes sole reply; And yet to spend thou hast extollers, Over a ball two thousand dollars: Well, so be it! Enough today, my pen, this preaching; A better time we wait for teaching: If vices in vain I try to brand, And find I only write upon sand, Well, so be it!