"I have seen seeds, no matter how carefully
Selected and with many pains examined
To be the best, degenerate nevertheless,
Unless, year in, year out, over and over,
Men labor to find the largest seeds again,
All things by nature are ready to get worse,
Lapse backward, fall away from what they were,
Just as if one who struggles to row his little
Boat upstream against a powerful current
Should but for a moment relax his arms, the current
Would carry him headlong back again downstream."
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