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On the Death of a Young GENTLEMAN.
If e'er with justice man complain'dHow hardly pleasure is retain'd,
How ills succeeding, leave behind
No traces of an happy mind;
We surely now might well lament,
That friendship's fairest ornament,
And all that wisdom e'er approv'd,
Admir'd, respected, and belov'd,
Was snatch'd away. O scarce in prime!
A comet of a little time!
Had nature giv'n (but partly kind)
A body suited to his mind,
She then had done the most she can,
And we had seen a perfect man.
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