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he next shrub, or bramble vile, Though from the stately cedar's arms she fell; With stale, forsworn embraces, clings anew, The stranger weds, and blossoms, as before, In all the fruitless fopperies of life: 580 Presents her weed, well-fancied, at the ball, And raffles for the Death's-head on the ring. So wept Aurelia, till the destined youth Stepp'd in, with his receipt for making smiles, And blanching sables into bridal bloom. So wept Lorenzo fair Clarissa's fate; Who gave that angel boy, on whom he doats; And died to give him, orphan'd in his birth! Not such, Narcissa, my distress for thee. I'll make an altar of thy sacred tomb, 590 To sacrifice to wisdom.--What wast thou? "Young, gay, and fortunate!" Each yields a theme. I'll dwell on each, to shun thought more severe; (Heaven knows I labour with severer still!) 594 I'll dwell on each, and quite exhaust thy death. A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs. And, first, thy youth. What says it to grey hairs? Narcissa, I'm become thy pupil now-- Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven. Time on this head has snow'd; yet still 'tis borne 602 Aloft; nor thinks but on another's grave. Cover'd with shame I speak it, age severe Old worn-out vice sets down for virtue fair; With graceless gravity, chastising youth, That youth chastised surpassing in a fault, Father of all, forgetfulness of death: As if, like objects pressing on the sight, Death had advanced too near us to be seen: 610 Or, that life's loan Time ripen'd into right; And men might plead prescription from the grave; Deathless, from repetition of reprieve. Deathless? far from it! such are dead already; Their hearts are buried, and the world their grave. Tell me, some god! my guardian angel! tell, What thus infatuates? what enchantment plants The phantom of an age 'twixt us, and Death Already at the door? He knocks, we hear, And yet we will not hear. What mail defends 620 Our untouch'd hearts? what miracle turns off The pointed thought, which from a thousand quivers Is daily darted, and is daily shunn'd? We stand, as in a battle, throngs on throngs Around us falling; wounded oft ou
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