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"Produce! says Nature,--what have you produced? A new straitwaistcoat for the human mind; Are you not limbed, nerved, jointed, arteried, juiced As other men? yet, faithless to your kind, Rather like noxious insects you are used To puncture life's fair fruit, beneath the rind Laying your creed-eggs whence in time there spring Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting.