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EPIGRAMS, EPITAPHS, AND FRAGMENTS.
And better fate, had perished alone.
OF A LADY WHO WRIT IN PRAISE OF MIRA.
VI. Guard us from all temptations of the foe: Of matchless Mira, she reveals her own;
TO ONE MARRIED TO AN OLD MAN,
Since thou wouldst needs (bewitch'd with some ill
Be bury'd in those monumental arms:
Upon thy tender limbs! and so good night!
AN EPIGRAM ON A PAINTED LADY WITH ILL
That Lycé painted; should they flee,
Like simple birds, into a net,
So grossly woven, and ill set;
Her own teeth would undo the knot,
And let all go that she had got.
Like birds they stoop at seeming grapes,
Are disabus'd when first she gapes ;
The rotten bones discover'd there
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
EPIGRAM UPON THE GOLDEN MEDAL.
Our guard upon the royal side!
On the reverse, our beauty's pride!
Here we discern the frown and smile;
In the rich medal, both so like
Carv'd by some master, when the bold
And Danaë wondering at that shower,
Had batter'd been with golden rain;
Thunder itself had fail'd to pass :
Virtue's a stronger guard than brass,
TORE AT OMBRE.
So do the wounded by your eyes.
Who to celestial things aspire,
Are by that passion rais'd the higher.
See, in Duke's Poems, an elegant coinpliment TO MR. GRANVILLE (AFTERWARDS LORD LAND-
? From Rex Redux; being Cambridge verses on An early plant! which such a blossom bears,
9 Queen Catharine, VOL VIII.
LONG AND SHORT LIFE.
A judgment ! that could make so fair a choice;
Nor the brave Macedonian youth' alone,
But base Caligula, when on the throne,
The Syrian king' to beasts was headlong thrown, Circles are prais'd, not that abound
Ere to himself he could be mortal known. In largeness, but th' exactly round :
The meanest wretch, if Heaven should give him line, So life we praise, that does excel
Would never stop, till he were thought divine : Not in much time, but acting well.
All might within discern the serpent's pride,
Let winds and seas together rage and swell :
This Nature teaches, and becomes them well. While your compassion we implore:
Pride was not made for men 3: a conscious sense They, whom you make too fortunate,
Of guilt and folly, and their consequence,
Destroys the claim: and to beholders tells,
TRANSLATED OUT OF SPANISH.
TRANSLATED OUT OF FRENCH. Fade, flowers, fade; Nature will have it so;
EPITAPH ON SIR GEORGE SPEKB. "Tis but what we must in our autumn do ! And, as your leaves lie quiet on the ground,
UNDER this stone lies virtue, youth, The loss alone by those that lov'd them found :
Unblemish'd probity, and truth : So, in the grave, shall we as quiet lie,
Just unto all relations known, Miss'd by some few that lov'd our company.
A worthy patriot, pious son: But some so like to thorns and nettles live,
Whom neighbouring towns so often sent,
With lives and fortunes trusting one,
Contented with an old estate,
Nor wanton luxury make less.
While yet but young, his father dy'd,
And left him to an happy guide : Rome's holy days you tell, as if a guest
Not Lemuel's mother with more care With the old Romans you were wont to feast. Did counsel or instruct her heir; Numa's religion, by themselves believ'd,
Or teach with more success her son Excels the true, only in show receiv'd.
The vices of the time to shun. They made the nations round about them bow, An heiress, she, while yet alive, With their dictators taken from the plough: All that was hers to him did give: Such power has justice, faith, and honesty! And he just gratitude did show The world was conquer'd by morality.
To one that had oblig'd him so: Seeming devotion does but gild a kna
Nothing too much for her he thought, That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave: By whom he was so bred and taught, But, where religion does with virtue join,
So (early made that path to tread,
Which did his youth to honour lead)
The virtues of a private life
Exceed the glorious noise and strife
Of battles won: in those we find
The solid interest of mankind.
Approv'd by all, and lov'd so well,
EPITAPH ON COLONEL CHARLES CAVENDISH. is not th' effect of gratitude alone,
Here lies Charles Ca'ndish: let the marble stone, To which we owe the statue and the stone :
That hides his ashes, make his virtne known. But Heaven this lasting monument has wrought, Beauty and valour did his short life grace ; That mortals may eternally be taught,
The grief and glory of his noble race ! Rebellion, though successful, is but vain ;
Early abroad he did the world survey,
As if he knew he had not long to stay :
' Alexander. Nebuchadnezzar. 3 Ecclus. X. 18.
Saw what great Alexander in the East
EPITAPH TO BE WRITTEN UNDER THE LITIN Then, with a mind as great as theirs, he came
INSCRIPTION UPON THE TOMB OF TIIE ONLY To find at home occasion for his fame : Where dark confusion did the nations hide,
SON OF THE LORD ANDOVER. And where the juster was the weaker side. 'Tis fit the English reader should be told, Two loyal brothers took their sovereign's part, In our own language, what this tomb does hold. Employ'd their wealth, their courage, and their art: 'Tis not a noble corpse alone does lie The elder + did whole regiments afford;
Under this stone, but a whole family: The younger brought his conduct and his sword.
His parents' pious care, their name, their joy, Born to command, a leader he begun,
And all their hope, lies buried with this boy: And on the rebels lasting honour won:
This lovely youth! for whom we all made moan, The horse, instructed by their general's worth, That knew his worth, as he had been our own. Still made the king victorious in the North :
Had there been space and years enough allow'd, Where Ca'ndish fought, the royalists prevail'd; His courage, wit, and breeding to have show'd, Neither his courage nor his judgment faild: We had not found, in all the numerous roll The current of his victories found no stop,
Of his fam'd ancestors, a greater soul: Till Cromwell camne, his party's chiefest prop His early virtues to that ancient stock Equal success had set these champions high, Gave as much honour, as from thence he took. And both resolvd to conquer or to die :
Like buds appearing ere the frosts are past, Virtue with rage, fury with valour, strove;
To become man be made such fatal haste, Bat that must fall which is decreed above!
And to perfection labour'd so to climb, Cromwell, with odds of number and of Fate,
Preventing slow experience and time, Remov'd this balwark of the chureh and state:
That 'tis no wonder Death our hopes beguild: Which the sad issue of the war declar'd,
He's seldom old, that will not be a child.
Great soul! for whom Death will no longer stay,
O cruel Death! to those you take more kindl,
Than to the wretched mortals left behind ! Here lies the learned Savil's heir;
Here beauty, youth, and noble virtue shin'd;
Free from the clouds of pride that shade the mind. So early wise, and lasting fair! That none, except her years they told,
Inspir'd verse may on this marble live,
But can no honour to thy ashes give.
EPITAPH ON HENRY DUNCH, ESQ.
IN NEWINGTON CHURCH IN OSFORDSHIRE, 1686. In her, upon each other smil'd. While she to every well-tanght mind
Here lies the prop and glory of his race, Was so propitiously inclind,
Who, that no time his memory may deface, And gave such title to her store,
His grateful wife, under this speaking stone That none, but th' ignorant, were poor.
His ashes hid, to make his merit known. The Muses daily found supplies,
Sprung from an opulent and worthy line, Both from her hands and from her eyes;
Whose well-us'd fortune made their virtues shine, Her bounty did at once engage,
A rich example his fair life did give, And inatchless beauty warm their rage.
How others should with their relations live. Such was this dame in calmer days,
A pious son, a husband, and a friend, Her nation's ornament and praise !
To neighbours too his bounty did extend But, when a storm disturb’d our rest,
So far, that they lamented when he died, The port and refuge of th' opprest.
As if all to him had been near allied. This made her fortune understood,
His curious youth would men and manners know, And look'd on as some public good;
Which made him to the southern nations go. So that (her person and her state
Nearer the Sun, though they more civil seem, Exempted from the common fate)
Revenge and luxury have their esteem; In all our civil fury she
Which well observing, be return'd with more Stool, like a sacred temple, free.
Value for England, than he had before; May here her monument stand so,
Her true religion, and her statutes too, To credit this rude age! and show
He practised not less than seek’d to know ; To future times, that even we
And the whole country griev'd for their ill fate, Some patterns did of virtue see:
To lose so good, so just a magistrate. And one sublime example had
To shed a tear may readers be inclin'd, Of good, among so many bad.
And pray for one he only left behind,
Till she, who does inherit his estate, + William earl of Devonshire.
May virtue love like him, and vices hate.
SEMPER POPULO CHARUS, PRINCIPIBUS
HIC CONDITUR TUMULO SUB EODEM
RARA VIRTUTE ET MULTA PROLE
NOBILIS UXOR, MARIA EX BRESSYORUM MR. WALLER’S MONUMENT,
FAMILIA, CUM EDMUNDO WAILER,
CONJUGE CHARISSIMO: QUEM TER ET IN BECONSFIELD CHURCH-YARD, IN BUCKING- DECIES LÆTUM FECIT PATREM, V FI. HAMSHIRE;
LIIS, FILIABUS VIII; QUOS MUNDO WRITTEN BY MR. RYMER, LATE HISTORIOGRAPHER-ROYAL. DEDIT, ET IN COELUM REDIIT.
On the West end.
PCETAS SUI TEMPORIS FACILE
LINGUA QUOD CREDAS, SI GRÆCE LATINEQUE INTERMITTERENT, MUSE
LOQUI AMARENT ANGLICE.
On the East end.
LOCUM HABUIT; CANTABRIGIAM
EX HAMPDENA STIRPE MATREM:
PRIMA UXOR ANNA EDWARDI BANKS
PATER FACTUS; EX SECUNDA
A. D. MDCLXXXVII.
On the South side.
EDMUNDUM WALLER, QUI TANTI
MUSIS SE DEDIT, ET PATRIÆ,
MISSUS. HIC VITÆ CURSUS; NEC
On the North side.
MARIÆQUE EX SECUNDIS NUPTIIS
PIISSIME PARENTAVIT EDMUNDUS FILIUS HONORES BENE-MERENTIBUS EXTREMOS DEDIT QUOS IPSE FUGIT. EL W. I. F. H. G. EX TESTAMENTO
H. M. P. IN JUL. MDCC.