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Under Mr. MILTON'S Picture, before his PARADISE LOST.
HREE Poets, in three distant 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, the join'd the former two.
On the MONUMENT of a FAIR
MAIDEN LADY', who died at
BATH, and is there interred.
ELOW this marble monument is laid
All that heav'n wants of this celeftial maid.
Preferve, O facred tomb, thy truft confign'd;
The mould was made on purpose for the mind:
And she wou'd lofe, if, at the latter day,
One atom cou'd be mix'd of other clay.
This Lady is interred in the Abbey-church. The epitaph is on a white marble ftone fixed in the wall, together with this infcrip tion: "Here lies the body of Mary, third daughter of Richard "Frampton of Moreton in Dorfetfhire, Efquire, and of Jane his "wife, fole daughter of Sir Francis Coffington of Founthill in Wilts, "who was born January 1, 1676, and died after feven weeks ill"nefs on the 6th of September, 1698. This monument was erected by Catharine Frampton, her fecond fifter and executrix, in teftimony of her grief, affection, and gratitude."
Such were the features of her heav'nly face,
Her limbs were form'd with fuch harmonious grace:
So faultlefs was the frame, as if the whole
Had been an emanation of the foul;
Which her own inward fymmetry reveal'd;
And like a picture fhone, in glass anneal'd.
Or like the fun eclips'd, with fhaded light:
Too piercing, elfe, to be fuftain'd by fight.
Each thought was vifible that roll'd within :
As thro' a chryftal case the figur'd hours are seen.
And heav'n did this tranfparent veil provide,
Because she had no guilty thought to hide.
All white, a virgin-faint, fhe fought the skies :
For marriage, tho' it fullies not, it dies.
High tho' her wit, yet humble was her mind;
As if she cou'd not, or fhe wou'd not find
How much her worth tranfcended all her kind.
Yet fhe had learn'd fo much of heaven below,
That when arriv'd, fhe fcarce had more to know:
But only to refresh the former hint ;
And read her Maker in a fairer print.
So pious, as fhe had no time to spare
For human thoughts, but was confin'd to pray'r.
Yet in fuch charities fhe pafs'd the day,
'Twas wond'rous how the found an hour to pray.
A foul fo calm, it knew not ebbs or flows,
Which paffion cou'd but curl, not difcompofe.
A female foftnefs, with a manly mind:
A daughter duteous, and a fifter kind:
In fickness patient, and in death refign'd.
EPITAPH on Mrs. MARGARET PASTON, of BURNINGHAM in NORFOLK.
O fair, so young, fo innocent, fo fweet,
So ripe a judgment, and fo rare a wit,
Require at least an age in one to meet.
In her they met; but long they could not stay,
'Twas gold too fine to mix without allay.
Heaven's image was in her fo well expreft,
Her very fight upbraided all the reft;
Too juftly ravish'd from an age like this,
Now fhe is gone, the world is of a piece.
On the MONUMENT of the MARQUIS of WINCHESTER.
E, who in impious times undaunted stood,
durft be just and good;
Whofe arms afferted, and whofe fufferings more
Confirm'd the caufe for which he fought before;
Refts here, rewarded by an heav'nly prince;
For what his earthly could not recompence.
Pray reader that fuch times no more appear:
Or, if they happen, learn true honour here.
Afk of this age's faith and loyalty,
Which, to preferve them, heav'n confin'd in thee,
Few fubjects could a king like thine deserve :
And fewer, fuch a king, fo well could ferve.
Bleft king, bleft fubject, whose exalted state
By fufferings rofe, and gave the law to fate.
Such fouls are rare, but mighty patterns giv'n
To earth, and meant for ornaments to heav'n,