THE BROKEN MODEL:
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TO ONE WHO WELL DESERVED THE STRICTURES WHICH THESE LINES CONTAIN.
When Nature saw she'd made a perfect man She broke the mould and threw away the pieces, Which being found by Satan, he began And stuck the bits together—hence the creases, The twists, the crooked botches, that we find— Sad counterfeits of Nature's perfect moulding; Hearts wrongly placed—a topsy-turvy mind— Things that deserve the scorn of all beholding. It needs no oracle in Delphic shade To name the model from which thou wert made.