Prey
- 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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