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...fill the .band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff 'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain ; 'Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why mould they know their fate I Since forrow never comes too...

...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain ; 'Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why mould they know their fate ! Since forrow never comes too...

...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, ' The tender for another's pain ; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why fhould they know their fate I Since forrow never comes too...

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...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain ; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why fhould they know their fate | Since forrow never comes too...

...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fufferings i all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. * — Madnefs laughing in his ireful mood. Dryden's Fable of Palamon and...

...labouring finew drains; That numbs the foul with icy hand; And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why fhould they know their fate? Since forrownever comes <oo late,...

...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why fhould they know their fate ? Since forrow never conies too...

...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain ; A « . Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why fhould they know their fate f Since forrow never...