Welcome as kindly showers to the long parched earth.

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Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

Epistle to Congreve. Line 19.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.

Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,–
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Line 58.

Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend!

Epistle to Congreve. Line 72.