But cursed are dullards whom no cannon1 stuns2, That they should be as stones. Wretched are they, and mean With paucity3 that never was simplicity4. By choice they made themselves immune To pity and whatever mourns in man Before the last sea and the hapless stars; Whatever mourns when many leave these shores; Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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