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CHARACTERS.
But thinks the world without like that within;
Such melting tenderneſs, ſo fond to bleſs,
Her charity almoſt becomes exceſs.
Wealth may be courted, wiſdom be rever'd,
And beauty praiſ'd, and brutal ſtrength be fear'd;
But goodneſs only can affection move;
And love must owe its origin to love.
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Illam quicquid agit, quoquo veſtigia flectit,
Componit furtim, ſubſequiturque decor.
Tibul.
OF gentle manners, and of taſte refin'd,
With all the graces of a poliſh'd mind.
Clear ſenſe and truth ſtill ſhone in all ſhe ſpoke,
And
