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[This letter'd stone, to mortals kind, conceals]

This letter'd stone, to mortals kind, conceals
A wretch, who from himself no longer steals.
Death, in mere spite, for Death despises pelf,
Stole the astonish'd miser from himself.

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Himself his friends still in embraces hold,
For (strange) his soul's materializ'd to gold.
Hence, as just Heaven to souls precedence gives,
Though coffin'd here, his nobler half still lives.
Death but destroys the body, not himself,
Mankind do more, destroy his soul, his pelf.
Thus we the stale philosophy renew,
That souls are mortal, and material too.