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Of form alas! as well as mind One half must be to hell consign'd. -- This truth will cause you too much greif T'admit at once of full beleif But if you'll weigh the matter well And give all justice due to hell This fact in truth you'll doubt no more Than adding two & two makes four. --

What tho' your Eye may sometimes seem Of purity the purest Gem; Of radiance tho' divine, so mild As nothing e'er made look Wild Yet well we know there is a time (Excuse a deletion unclear /deletion addition truth /addition for sake of rhyme) When that same radiant Gem Its lustre borrows all from Men