XL.

But now I'm going to be immoral; now

I mean to show things really as they are,

Not as they ought to be: for I avow,

That till we see what's what in fact, we're far

From much improvement with that virtuous plough

Which skims the surface, leaving scarce a scar

Upon the black loam long manured by Vice,

Only to keep its corn at the old price.

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