Some must toil, and some perish, for others below;
The injustice to each spreads a common content;
Ay! I’ve lost it again, for it can’t be quite so.
VIII.
She’s the victim of fools: that seems nearer the mark.
On earth there are engines and numerous fools.
Why the Lord can permit them, we’re still in the dark;
He does, and in some sort of way they’re his tools.
It’s a roundabout way, with respect let me add,
If Molly goes crippled that we may be taught: