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Rh Perplex'd, the baffled Muse involves the tale; Nature confounded, well may language fail! The outrag'd Goddess with abhorrent eyes Sees the traffic,  the merchandize! Plead not, in reason's palpable abuse, Their sense of feeling callous and obtuse: From heads to hearts lies Nature's plain appeal, Tho' few can reason, all mankind can feel. Tho' wit may boast a livelier dread of shame, A loftier sense of wrong refinement claim; Tho' polish'd manners may fresh wants invent, And nice distinctions nicer souls torment; Tho' these on finer spirits heavier fall, Yet natural evils are the same to all.