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So unaffected, so composed a mind;
ON THE MONUMENT OF
THE HONOURABLE ROBERT DIGBY,
Erected by their father, the Lord Digby, in the
Go! fair example of untainted youth,
Good, without noise, without pretension great:
Who knew no wish, but what the world might hear:
Lover of peace, and friend of human-kind:
Go, live! for heaven's eternal year is thine,
And thou, blest maid! attendant on his doom,
Yet take these tears, mortality's relief,
ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER.
In Westminster Abbey, 1723.
KNELLER, by Heaven, and not a master, taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought; Now for two ages having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great,
Lies crown'd with princes' honours, poets' lays,
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS.
HERE, Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind,
For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear,
ON MR. ELIJAH
At Easthamsted, in Berks, 1730.
THIS modest stone, what few vain marbles can,
A poet, bless'd beyond the poet's fate,
Whom Heaven kept sacred from the proud and great: Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease,
Content with science in the vale of peace,
Calmly he look'd on either life, and here
Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear;
From nature's temperate feast rose satisfied,
Thank'd Heaven that he had lived, and that he died.
ON MR. GAY.
In Westminster Abbey, 1732.
Or manners gentle, of affections mild;
With native humour tempering virtuous rage,
WELL, then! poor Gay lies under ground,
So little justice here he found,
"Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.
INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON.
Testantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum:
Hoc Marmor Fatetur.
NATURE and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,
BISHOP OF ROCHESTER.
Who died in Exile in Paris, 1732.
[His only daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.]
She. YES, we have lived-one pang, and then we
May Heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart. Yet, ah! how once we loved, remember still,
Till you are dust like me.
He. Dear shade! I will: Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless ghost! O more than fortune, friends, or country lost! Is there on earth one care, one wish beside? Yes- Save my country, Heaven,'-He said, and died.
ON EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
I modest youth, with cool reflection crown'd,
FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
HEROES and kings! your distance keep;
In peace let one poor poet sleep,
Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.
ANOTHER, ON THE SAME.
UNDER this marble, or under this sill,
LORD CONINGSBY'S EPITAPH..
HERE lies Lord Coningsby-be civil;
ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT.
Perhaps by Mr. Pope.t
RESPECT to Dryden, Sheffield justly paid,
This epitaph, originally written on Picus Mirandula, is applied to F. Chartres, and printed among the works of Swift. See Hawkesworth's edition, vol. vi.-S.
t Mr. Pope, in one of the prints from Scheemaker's monument of Shakspeare in Westminster Abbey, has sufficiently shewn his contempt of Alderman Barber, by the following couplet, which is substituted in the place of The cloud-capt towers,' &c.
Thus Britain loved me; and preserved my fame, Clear from a Barber's, or a Benson's name.'-A. Pope. Pope might probably have suppressed his satire on the alder