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34 But man, th' inhabitant of every clime, With all the commoners of nature feeds. Directed, bounded, by this pow'r within, Their cravings are well-aim'd: Voluptous man Is by superior faculties misled; Misled from pleasure even in quest of joy. Sated with nature's boons, what thousands seek, With dishes tortur'd from their native taste, And mad variety, to spur beyond Its wiser will the jaded appetite! Is this for pleasure? Learn a juster taste; And know, that temperance is true luxury. Or is it pride? Pursue some nobler aim. Dismiss your parasites, who praise for hire; And earn the fair esteem of honest men, Whose praise is fame. Form'd of such clay as yours, The sick, the needy, shiver at your gates. Even modest want may bless your hand unseen, Rh