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I saw him sensitive in frame, / I knew his spirits low; / And wish'd him health, success, and fame: / I do not wish it now.
For these are all their own reward, / And leave no good behind; / They try us, oftenest make us hard, / Less modest, pure, and kind.
Alas! Yet to the suffering man, / In this his mortal state, / Friends could not give what Fortune can --
Health, ease, a heart elate.
But he is now by Fortune foil'd / No more; and we retain / The memory of a man unspoil'd, / Sweet, generous, and humane; / With all the fortunate have not --
With gentle voice and brow.
Alive, we would have chang'd his lot: / We would not change it now.