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With souls of trifling & shortest date

For breaths, that will not let him cease take

Aspatius still has worth, that shines within,

And which the modest blush when wandring o'er

The lip, betrays inherent excellence,

Suspicious where his rational will land

Tho now he labours hard to stifle truths,

Of an eternal birth, & bind him fast

To life, that now begins its infant breath,

That God will never give a prey to death ~

Aspatius, quit those midnight revellings

Where fulsome nonsense dances at the sound

Of torturd life, puffd out, in merry jests,

Politely tost from lip prophanely black

That scarce can blunder out one civil truth ~

The soft address, that flows from youth like thine

Will never let Aspatius dwindle down

With all those youthful charms that speak thy worth