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 For who can then pretend to wear her Crown? Who represent the Mother, but the Son? Oh had the Pow'r that governs humane Fate, His Years extended to a longer Date, To what Transcendence had his Genius sprung, Which was so Ripe, so Perfect, yet so Young! But when fresh blooming Youth seem'd to proclaim The lasting Structure of his Beauteous Frame, When Health and Vigour with a kind Presage, Promis'd the Hoary Happiness of Age; Then with a Momentary swift Decay, Thy Pride, thy darling Hope was snatch'd away. So, by the Course of the revolving Spheres, Whene'er a new discover'd Star appears; Astro-