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Dirge in Cymbeline by Collins last verse Each tender scene shall thee restore For thee the tear be duly shed Beloved till life can charm no more And [[underline]] mourn'd till pity's self [[/underline]] be dead. Beattie's poem on Christianity Vain crowd whom fashion's meteor-forms decoy And plunge in [[underline]] sorrow, while [[/underline]] ye grope for joy.
