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The man
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Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys:
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Power, like a desolating pestilence,
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Pollutes whate'er it touches, and obedience
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Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
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Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame,
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A mechanized automaton.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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