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A Fragment
Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour‘ / Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst! / Once Fortune's minion, now thou feel'st her power; / Wrath's vial on thy lofty head bath burst.
In Wit, in Genius, as in Wealth the first, / How wondrous bright thy blooming morn arose! / But thou went smitten with th' unhallow'd thirst / Of crime un-named, and thy sad noon must close / In scorn, and solitude unsought, the worst of woes.