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Prey

  • Writer: John Service
    John Service
  • Mar 9
  • 1 min read

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,

Where wealth accumulates, and men decay;

Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;

A breath can make them, as a breath has made:

But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,

When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

From "The Deserted Village" by Oliver Goldsmith, 1770

 
 
 

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