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On hearing some Reflections upon a deceas'd Lady.
Could weak Humanity Perfection bear,The bright Example had been seen in her.
A thousand Virtues grac'd her pious Mind,
And scarce a Folly in her Life we find.
Some little Stains sharp Envy might espy,
So Spots sometimes we in the Sun descry.
No Mortal e'er was free from Error yet,
When Faults are few we should those Faults forget:
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She had her Frailties: so have you and I.
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