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 And round and round mine eyes are wheeling, And from their course my steps are reeling, By frenzy's blast impell'd to motion: My tongue is all without a chain, And beat my turbid words in vain 'Gainst dreary Atè's ocean.

Wise he, who first consider'd this. And spake it with his tongue; That happier far a marriage is, Our equals form'd among: That ne'er the poor should loving be To those corrupt with luxury, Nor yet to those of high degree.