"Suppose it done, who is it could complain?
How could the poor? for they such trifles share
As add no comfort, as suppress no care;
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But many a pittance makes a worthy heap—
What says the law? that silence puts to sleep;—
Nought then forbids, the danger could we shun;
And sure the business may be safely done.
"But am I earnest?—earnest? No.—I say,
If such my mind, that I could plan a way;