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So pious, as she 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 discompofe.
A female foftnefs, with a manly mind:
A daughter duteous, and a fifter kind:
In fickness patient, and in death refign'd.

Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η

ON

Mrs. MARGARET PASTON,

S

Of BURNINGHAM in NORFOLK.

O fair, fo young, fo innocent, so sweet,

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 she is gone, the world is of a piece.

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ON THE

MONUMENT

O F THE

MARQUIS of WINCHESTER.

E, who in impious times undaunted stood, And midst rebellion durft be just and good: Whose arms afferted, and whofe fufferings more Confirm'd the caufe for which he fought before; Rests here, rewarded by an heav'nly prince; For what his earthly could not recompence. Pray reader that such times no more appear: Or, if they happen, learn true honor here. Ask of this age's faith and loyalty, Which, to preserve them, heav'n confin'd in thee. Few fubjects could a king like thine deferve: And fewer, fuch a king, fo well could serve. Bleft king, bleft fubject, whofe 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.

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ΤΗΣ

FAIR STRANGER,

A

SON G.

H

I.

APPY and free, fecurely bleft; No beauty could disturb my rest; My amorous heart was in despair,

To find a new victorious fair.

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Till you descending on our plains,

With foreign force renew my chains;
Where now you rule without controul
The mighty fovereign of my foul.

III.

Your smiles have more of conqu'ring charms,

Than all your native country arms:

Their troops we can expel with ease,

Who vanquish only when we please.

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