That men of parts are dupes by dunces made:
That creatures nature meant should clean our streets
Have purchased lands and mansions, parks and seats;
Wretches with conscience so obtuse, they leave
Their untaught sons their parents to deceive;
And, when they're laid upon their dying-bed,
No thought of murder comes into their head,
Nor one revengeful ghost to them appears,
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To fill the soul with penitential fears.