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Oh Poesy! what wight of Wretched State
Een at the lowest bottom of his woe
When griefs surround him or sad toils await
When cold misfortunes hand doth round him blow
But calls on thee to aid against the foe?
Come gentle soother of wan misery’s train
Before the scowling can away doth go
Come shower thy spirit down on me again
*For Frank Cope wants a letter – shall he want in vain!!!!
*Here the Poet alludes to Danae & Jupiter olympus an ancient buck
So Henricus is dead! dead ere his prime!
Alas! that he should share the doom of man!
Who now is left to build the lofty rhyme?
Although his altitude was but a span
It [overtopped] his years. = But no man can
Add cubits to his stature or his days –
Vain task to stop the fateful cruel hand
That wields the gory scissons. -- Worldy praise
High thought – nor noble deed its destined course delays. –
(Now all that second Paragraph is gammon
But if you really think it worth the trouble
If twill not seem like too great love of mammon
I think you can get quite as much or double
Prime cost – besides – perhaps – who knows the bubble
Called Fame / which you’ll keep for commissions
I want the rhino – all besides is stubble)
By handing it about without omission
‘Mong'st those who loudest wail that he's gone to Perdition)