And mingles with the dew that wets his Tomb
A frequent Tear? or who by Nature's mild
And melancholy Bias from the Womb
Was fashioned for the View of serious Things,
And with the sober chiding of his eye,
Freezes the [Current] within Laughter's Cheek,
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And awes the Voice of loud Garrulity?
Let him approach, and I will tell my Soul,
EUGENIO rises from the Grave, and give