EPITAPH on Sir PALMES FAIR BONE'S Tomb in Weftminster-Abbey.

Sacred to the Immortal Memory of Sir Palmes Fairbone, Knight, Governor of Tangier; in Execution of which Command, he was mortally wounded by a Shot from the Moors, then befieging the Town, in the forty fixth Year of his Age. October 24, 1680.

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E Sacred Relicks, which your Marble keep,
Here, undisturb'd by Wars, in quiet fleep :
Discharge the Truft, which, when it was below,
Fairbone's undaunted Soul did undergo,

And be the Town's Palladium from the Foe.
Alive and dead these Walls he will defend :
Great Actions great Examples must attend.
The Candian Siege his early Valour knew,
Where Turkish Blood did his young Hands imbrue.
From thence returning with deserv'd Applaufe,
Against the Moors his well-flesh'd Sword he draws;
The fame the Courage, and the fame the Cause.
His Youth and Age, his Life and Death, combine,
As in fome great and regular Defign,
All of a Piece throughout, and all divine.
Still nearer Heav'n his Virtues fhone more bright,
Like rifing Flames expanding in their height;
The Martyr's Glory crown'd the Soldier's Fight.
More bravely British General never fell,

Nor General's Death was e'er reveng'd fo well;
Which his pleas'd Eyes beheld before their close,
Follow'd by thousand Victims of his Foes.
To his lamented Lofs for time to come
His pious Widow confecrates this Tomb.

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Under

Under Mr. MILTON's Picture, before his Paradife Loft.

Hree Poets, in three diftant Ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The firft in Loftinefs of Thought furpafs'd;
The next in Majefty; in both the last.
The force of Nature cou'd no further go;
To make a Third fhe join'd the former two.

SONGS.

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St. CECILIA's Day, 1687.

I.

ROM Harmony, from Heav'nly Harmony
This Univerfal Frame began :

When Nature underneath a heap

Of jarring Atoms lay,

And cou'd not heave her Head,

The tuneful Voice was heard from high,
Arife, ye more than dead.

Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,
And Mufick's Power obey.

From Harmony, from Heavenly Harmony
This Universal Frame began:

From Harmony to Harmony

Through all the compafs of the Notes it ran,
The Diapafon clofing full in Man.

II.

What Paffion cannot Mufick raise and quell!
When Jubal ftruck the corded Shell,

His lift'ning Brethren ftood around,
And, wond'ring, on their Faces fell

To worship that Celestial Sound.

Less than a God they thought there could not dwell
Within the hollow of that Shell,

That