Cave of Poverty, The - Part 53

Onward a griefly Troop of Aged Seers,
Strangers to Cleanliness, and Slaves to Thought,
With Beards wide-spreading on their Breasts, appears;
These the mysterious Births of Nature sought:
Striving th' unfathomable Depth to sound
With strained Wisdom, and Conceit profound.
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