Whether this might not be, the Muse appeals
To his Composures, where such Magick dwells,
As rivals Heav'nly Skill, and human Pow'r excels.
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Ah, most unworthy! shou'd we leave unsung
Such wondrous Goodness in a Life so young.
In spight of Practice, he this Truth hath shown,
That Harmony and Vertue shou'd be one.
So true to Nature, and so just to Wit,
His Musick was the very Sense you Writ.