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And All To Leave What With His Toil He Won To That Unfeather'd Two-legged Thing, A Son.
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And all to leave what with his toil he won
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700)
-- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 169
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