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The MONUMENT.
Post Funera Virtus.
A Monster, in a Course of Vice grown old,
Leaves to his gaping Heir his ill-gain'd Gold;
Straight breathes his Bust, straight are his Virtues shown,
Their Date commencing with the sculptur'd Stone.
If on his specious Marble we rely,
Pity a Worth like His should ever die!
If Credit to his real Life we give,
Pity a Wretch like Him should ever live!
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