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AN EPITAPH ON A Young LADY.
By the Same.
If Heav'nly Beauty, blooming Youth,
If easy Wit, engaging Truth,
And Virtue void of Pride,
Could bribe the cruel King of Fears,
We had not shed these fruitless Tears,
Nor had Lucinda dy'd.
If easy Wit, engaging Truth,
And Virtue void of Pride,
Could bribe the cruel King of Fears,
We had not shed these fruitless Tears,
Nor had Lucinda dy'd.
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Heav'n, when it form'd so fair a Frame,
Beyond our Praise, above our Blame,
A Master-piece design'd;
And pairing them with nicest Care,
Strove which should most Perfection share,
The Body or the Mind.
Beyond our Praise, above our Blame,
A Master-piece design'd;
And pairing them with nicest Care,
Strove which should most Perfection share,
The Body or the Mind.
The Work so equal'd the Design,
That Men mistook it for divine;
Mortality alone
Could undeceive their erring Thought,
The finish'd Piece so justly wrought,
With so much Lustre shone.
That Men mistook it for divine;
Mortality alone
Could undeceive their erring Thought,
The finish'd Piece so justly wrought,
With so much Lustre shone.
Heav'n saw, displeas'd, and snatch'd the Fair
From wond'ring Crowds and mortal Air,
With greater Joys to bless;
And adding Charms, a boundless Store,
Made her Divinity much more,
Our Love and Wonder less.
From wond'ring Crowds and mortal Air,
With greater Joys to bless;
And adding Charms, a boundless Store,
Made her Divinity much more,
Our Love and Wonder less.
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