See! crowded beds in those contiguous rooms;
Beds but ill parted by a paltry screen
Of paper'd lath or curtain dropp'd between;
Daughters and sons to yon compartments creep,
And parents here beside their children sleep.
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Ye who have power, these thoughtless people part,
Nor let the ear be first to taint the heart!
Come! search within, nor sight nor smell regard;
The true physician walks the foulest ward.