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Dr. THOMAS PARNELL.
Late Arch-Deacon of Clogher :
Published by Mr. POPE.
Dignum laude Virum Musa vetat mori. HoR.
the Temple Gates in Fleet-street, 1722.
Right Honourable, ROBERT, Earl of OXFORD
A N D
UCH were the Notes, thy once-loyd Poet
fung, 'Till Death untimely stop'd his tuneful Tongue. Oh just beheld, and lost! admir'd, and mourn'd! With softest Manners, gentlest Arts, adorn'd!
Blest in each Science, blest in ev'ry Strain! Dear to the Muse, to HARLEY dear in vain !
For him, thou oft hast bid the World attend,
Fond to forget the Statesman in the Friend ; For Swift and him, despis’d the Farce of State,
The sober Follies of the Wife and Great ;
Dextrous, the craving, fawning Crowd to quit, And pleas'd to 'scape from Flattery to Wit.
Absent or dead, still let a Friend be dear,
(A Sigh the Absent claims, the Dead a Tear)
And sure if ought below the Seats Divine Can touch Immortals, 'tis a Soul like thine: A Soul supreme, in each hard Instance try'd, Above all Pain, all Anger, and all Pride,
The Rage of Pow'r, the Blast of publick Breath, The Lust of Lucre, and the Dread of Death.
In vain to Desarts thy Retreat is made ;
The Muse attends thee to the silent Shade:
Tis hers, the brave Man's latest Steps to trace,