. The deserted village . O luxury! thou cursedby Heavens decree,How ill exchanged are things like these for thee!How do thy potions, with insidious joy,Diffuse thy pleasures only to destroy!Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown,Boast of a florid vigour not their own:At every draught more large and large they grow,A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe;Till sapped their strength, and every part unsound,Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin round. 3H| 43. w itb louder plaints the mother spoke her woes

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