Let this, O  chear thy drooping Mind,
To bear the Sentence past on all Mankind:
I bore the same, whose Life was more desir'd,
More lov'd, more known, and justly more admir'd:
Yet this grand Fear is wove with Nature's Laws;
Is sometimes right, and sometimes has no Cause:
Repent and mend — these Vapours then will fly,
And the Clouds brighten to a purer Sky;
Still look to Heav'n and its Laws attend,
And next the Lines of thy aerial Friend.