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“Is not that government both unjust and ungrateful, that is so prodigal of it's favors to those called gentlemen, or goldsmiths, or such others who are idle, or live either by flattery or by contriving the arts of vain pleasure, and, on the other hand, takes no care of those of a meaner sort, such as ploughmen, colliers, and smiths, without whom it could not subsist? But after the public has reaped all the advantage of their service, and they come to be oppressed with age, sickness, and want, all their labours and the good they have done is forgotten, and all the recompense given them is that they are left to die in great misery.”

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Thomas More
Thomas More

Thomas More, born on February 7, 1478, in London, England, and died on July 6, 1535. He was a renowned humanist, politician, philosopher, and writer in the English Renaissance, best known for his work 'Utopia'. During the reign of Henry VIII, More held several important positions, including Lord Chancellor and Chancellor of the Exchequer. His political ideas and social ideals have had a profound impact on the world. more

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