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"These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live / A profitable life: some glance along, / Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air, / And they were butterflies to wheel about / Long as their summer lasted: some, as wise, / Upon the forehead of a jutting crag / Sit perched, with book and pencil on their knee, / And look and scribble, scribble on and look, / Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, / Or reap an acre of his neighbour's corn.
But, for that moping Son of Idleness, / Why can he tarry yonder?