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Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.
Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority.
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less.
Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.