John Dryden

Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire

Of gentle blood, his parents’ only treasure,
Their lasting sorrow, and their vanished pleasure,
Adorned with features, virtues, wit, and grace,
A large provision for so short a race:
More moderate gifts might have prolonged his date,
Too early fitted for a better state:
But, knowing heaven his home, to shun delay,
He leaped o’er age, and took the shortest way.
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