And from those parts form one collected grace:
Then, when you have refined to that degree,
Imagine all in one, and think that one is he.

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VII.

UPON YOUNG MR ROGERS OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE.


Of gentle blood, his parents' only treasure,
Their lasting sorrow, and their vanish'd pleasure,
Adorn'd with features, virtues, wit, and grace,
A large provision for so short a race;
More moderate gifts might have prolong'd his date,
Too early fitted for a better state;
But, knowing heaven his home, to shun delay,
He leap'd o'er age, and took the shortest way.

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VIII.

ON THE DEATH OF MR PURCELL.