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XI/VT.

But, oli that I should ever pen so sad a line!

Fired with an abstract love of virtue, she,My Dian of the Ephesians , Lady Adeline,Began to think, the dutchess’ conduct free;Regretting much that she had chosen so bada line,

And waxing chiller in her courtesy,

Looked grave and pale to £ee her friend'sfragility,

For which most friends reserve their sensibility.XLYII.

There's nought in this bad world like synvpathy:

'Tis so becoming to the soul and face;

Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,

And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.Without a friend, what were humanity,

To hunt our errors up with a good.grace?