The Traveller

Any resemblence to reality is wholly unintentional !!

- Dilip.

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From: The Traveller, By Oliver Goldsmith

Nor this the worst. As Nature's ties decay,

As duty, love, and honor fail to sway,

Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law,

Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe.

Hence all obedience bows to these alone,

And talent sinks, and merit weeps unknown:

Till time may come, when, stripped of all her charms,

The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms,

Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame,

Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrote for fame,

One sink of level avarice shall lie,

And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonor'd die.