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114 When thy approach no tumults shall impart, Nor that commanding glance strike through the heart, When meaner beauties shall have leave to shine, And crowds divide the homage lately thine, Not with the transient praise those charms can boast Shall thy fair fame and gentle deeds be lost: Some pious hand shall thy weak limbs sustain, And pay thee back these generous cares again; Thy name shall flourish, by the good approved, Thy memory honoured, and thy dust beloved,