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Cease then that grief, and let those tears subside:
If Passion rule us, be that passion Pride;
If Reason, Reason bids us strive to raise
Our sinking hearts, and be like him we praise;
Or if Affection still the soul subdue,
Bring all his virtues, all his worth in view,
And let Affection find its comfort too;
For how can grief so deeply wound the heart,
Where admiration claims so large a part?
Grief is a foe, expel him then thy soul;
Let nobler thoughts the nearer woes controul;
Oh! make the age to come thy better care,
See other Rutlands, other Granbys there;
And as thy thoughts through streaming ages glide,
See other heroes die as Manners died;
Victims victorious, who with him shall stand
In Fame's fair book the guardians of the land;
