Cave of Poverty, The - Part 55

Cloister'd with These, more modern Madmen sat;
Watching an Embrio , which their Hopes will foil,
That ne'er by Time or Art shall grow compleat,
But, hast'ning to Perfection, mock their Toil:
The Sublimated Spirit contends for room,
Breaks its Glass Pris'n, and vanishes in Fume.
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