So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.[335:2]
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 45.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51.
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show.