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  • Nature, they say, doth dote,
    And cannot make a man
    Save on some worn-out plan
    Repeating us by rote:
    For him her Old World moulds aside she threw
    And, choosing sweet clay from the breast
    Of the unexhausted West,
    With stuff untainted shaped a hero new.

    James Russell Lowell (1871). “The poetical works of James Russell Lowell”, p.431