These fruitful fields, these numerous flocks I see,
Are others' gains, but killing cares to me.
— GEORGE CRABBE, The Village (1783), Book I.
"There, where we are born, there we dig it, that earth! and spade it and manure it, for you who are born rich, just as we are born poor."
— BALZAC, Sons of the Soil (1845), Chap. V., p. 97. (Words spoken by Fourchon.)
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