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£C The through thought tti infults of death defy, 
<c The fool through blefi infen fib Hi ty, 
cc 'Tis what the guilty fear , the pious crave , 
u Sought by the wretch , vanquifiS d by the brave , 
“ It eafes lovers , fits the captive free , 
tc tho a tyrant , liberty .” 
We all pray and wifh for length of days ; we think it a blef- 
fing ; and fo it is when we live well. But he feems to bid 
faired: for happinefs, who is moft free from folicitude about 
the length of his life. Milton fays, 
<c Nor love thy life , nor hate , 
“ But what thou liv fi live well : 
u How long , or Jhort , permit to heaven .” 
I have generally obferved, that the youthful part of both 
fexes, as they are the lead timid, are alfo the lead; wedded to 
the world : of all ages, the pious and the bold may mod: pro- 
perly be faid to part with the world, not the world with them. 
There is a pleafure, more eafy to conceive than defcribe, in fee- 
ing others take their laft farewell of this world in a graceful 
manner. They appear with irredftable charms ; charms which 
ought to make a deeper, as they make a better impreflion, 
than all the pride of youth, or bloom of beauty. To this we 
mud; all come ! 
u The boafl of heraldry , the pomp of power , 
“ And all that beauty, all that wealth- eer gave, 
“ Await alike th* inevitable hour , 
“ The paths of glory lead but to the grave A 
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