Whence that unnatural line of drones who
heap
Toil and unvanquishable penury
On those who build their palaces and bring
Their daily bread?—From vice, black
loathsome vice;
From rapine, madness, treachery, and wrong;
From all that genders misery, and makes
Of earth this thorny wilderness; from lust,
Revenge, and murder.” —English Romantic poet
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Queen Mab (1813), Part III
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