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Oh potters who plunge hands into the clay
Skill & wisdom & intelligence you devote to that
Blows & kicks & thumps how long will you strike
You must think it is the dust of bad men.

 

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Yon potter-fellows, that still have hand in clay,
Forget that it, too, had soul and sense one day:
Sure, they raust think 't was the clay of the bad, that thus
With kicks and buffets at it they pound away.

Th 416

These potters who have ever hand in clay,
All heedless of its sense, wit, mind are they.
With cuff and kick and slap they beat as 't were
Clay of the bad that thus they pound away.

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