Cave of Poverty, The - Part 37

Or as, in Man, some sharp Distemper's Rage,
Like trenchant Sword, can cut Life's brittle Chain;
Or Sleep itself the Soul can disengage,
As well as Feavers or convulsive Pain:
So ev'ry Chance, if Poverty so please,
Can serve, Us of our Fortunes to disseize.
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