Starv'd Quotes
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My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls;
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What woful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starv'd hackney sonneteer or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism (1709), Part II, line 418.
