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WHERE there's no difference in men's worth, Titles are jests.
BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.
My lord comes forward; forward let him come ! Ye vulgar, at your peril, give him room! With what a decent pride he throws his eyes Above the man by three descents less wise! Let high birth triumph: what can be more great?
Nothing but merit in a low estate.
To virtue's humblest son let none prefer
WERE I So tall to reach the pole,
YOUNG. Satires, sat. 1.
Lyric Poems, part ii.
WHAT tho' no gaudy titles grac'd my birth! Titles, the servile courtier's lean reward! Sometimes the pay of virtue, but more oft The hire which greatness gives to slaves and syco
Yet heaven, that made me honest, made me more
WHOE'ER amidst the sons
HONOUR and shame from no condition rise;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Stuck o'er with titles and hung round with strings,
That thou may'st be by kings, or whores of kings,
In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece :
Go, and pretend your family is young;
man, or a fool; looking quietly on, while they see the fruits of all their labour spent or spoiled; and if one of them take or touch a particle of it, the others join against him, and hang him for the theft.
THE most obvious division of society is into rich and poor; and it is no less obvious, that the number of the former bear a great disproportion to those of the latter. The whole busines of the poor is to administer to the idleness, folly, and luxury of the rich; and that of the rich, in return, is to find the best methods of confirming the slavery and increasing the burthens of the poor. In a state of nature it is an invariable law, that a man's acquisitions are in proportion to his labours. In a state of artificial society, it is a law as constant and as invariable, that those who labour most, enjoy the fewest things; and that those who labour not at all, have the greatest number of enjoyments. A constitution of things this strange and ridiculous beyond expression. We scarce believe a thing when we are told it, which we actually see before our eyes every day without being the least
surprized. I suppose that there are in Great Britain upwards of an hundred thousand people employed in lead, tin, iron, copper, and coal mines; these unhappy wretches scarce ever see the light of the sun; they are buried in the bowels of the earth; there they work at a severe aad dismal
Principles of Philosophy, b. iii ch.i.