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As virtuous men pass mildly away,

有德之人逝世，十分安详，

And whisper to their souls to go,

对自己的灵魂轻轻说，走，

Whilst some of their sad friends do say

有些悲伤的亲友则高声讲，

The breath goes now, and some say, No:

他的气息已断，有些说，还没有。

So let us melt, and make no noise,

让我们熔化吧，默默无语，

No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;

不要泪流如洪水，叹息似风暴，

'Twere profanation of our joys

那将会亵渎我们的欢愉—