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Under The Old Philosophy Which Had Governed The High Middle Ages Things Had Been Everywhere Towards A Condition Of Society In Which Property Was Well Distributed Throughout The Community, And Thus The Family Rendered Independent.

For No One, In Our Long Decline,so Dusty, Spiteful And Divided,had Quite Such Pleasant Friends As Mine,or Loved Them Half As Much As I Did. [stanza 3]the Library Was Most Inviting:the Books Upon The Crowded Shelveswere Mainly Of Our Private Writing:we Kept A School And Taught Ourselves. [stanza 15]from Quiet Homes And First Beginning,out To The Undiscovered Ends,theres Nothing Worth The Wear Of Winning,but Laughter And The Love Of Friends. [stanza 22]you Do Retain The Song We Set,and How It Rises, Trips And Scans?you Keep The Sacred Memory Yet,republicans? Republicans?[stanza 36]

The Restoration Of Property Would Be A Complicated, Arduous And Presumably A Lengthy Business; The Transformation Of A Capitalist Society Into A Communist One Needs Nothing But The Extension Of Existing Conditions.

Of Old When Folk Lay Sick And Sorely Tried The Doctors Gave Them Physic, And They Died. But Here's A Happier Age: For Now We Know Both How To Make Men Sick And Keep Them So.

I Am A Catholic. As Far As Possible, I Go To Mass Every Day. This Is A Rosary. As Far As Possible, I Kneel Down And Tell These Beads Every Day. If You Reject Me On Account Of My Religion, I Shall Thank God That He Has Spared Me The Indignity Of Being Your Representative.