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EV'RY youth for love's sweet portion sighs,

Ev'ry maiden sighs to win man's love;
Why, alas! should bitter pain arise
From the noblest passion that we prove?
Thou, kind soul, bewailest, lov'st him well,
From disgrace his memory's saved by thee;


Lo, his spirit signs from out its cell:
BE A MAN, NOR SEEK TO FOLLOW ME.