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Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm able,'Till all my companions sink under the table;Then with chaos and blunders encircling my head,Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
Here lies the good Dean, re-united to earth,Who mixt reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt,At least, in six weeks, I could not find 'em out;Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be denied 'em,That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em.
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such,We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much;Who, born for the Universe, narrow'd his mind,And to party gave up, what was meant for mankind.

Tho'

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