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 When that his childish days were gone, nine hundred pounds a-year.

And to his daughter we are told, six thousand pounds to pay In value full of British gold, upon her marriage-day,

But if these children chanc’d to die, as death might soon come on, The uncle then, none can deny, made all the wealth his own.

Pisarius call'd his brother then, as on his bed he lay Remember, O my brother dear, remember what I say!

This life I quit, and to your care, my little babes commend: There youth in hopeful virtue rear, their guardian, uncle, friend

Their parents both you must supply, they do not know their loss. And when you see the tear-swoln eye, for pity be not cross.

Tis in your power now alone, their greatest friend to be Aad when that we are dead and gone, give bliss, or misery.