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A wife content his even foul fecur'd,

By want not shaken, nor by wealth allur'd.
To all fincere, though earnest to commend,
Could praise a rival, or condemn a friend.

To him old Greece and Rome were fully known,
Their tongues, their spirits, and their styles, his own:
Pleas'd the least steps of famous men to view,

Our authors' works, and lives, and fouls, he knew ;
Paid to the learn'd and great the fame esteem,
The one his pattern, and the one his theme:
With equal judgment his capacious mind
Warm Pindar's rage, and Euclid's reason join'd.
Judicious phyfic's noble art to gain

All drugs and plants explor'd, alas, in vain!
The drugs and plants their drooping mafter fail'd,
Nor goodness now, nor learning aught avail'd;
Yet to the bard his Churchill's foul they gave,
And made him fcorn the life they could not fave:

Elfe could he bear unmov'd, the fatal guest,
The weight that all his fainting limbs oppreft,
The coughs that struggled from his weary breast ?
Could he unmov'd approaching death sustain ?
Its flow advances, and its racking pain?
Could he ferene his weeping friends furvey,
In his last hours his easy wit difplay,

Like the rich fruit he fings, delicious in decay?
Once on thy friends look down, lamented fhade,
And view the honours to thy afhes paid;

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Some thy lov'd dust in Parian stones enshrine,
Others immortal epitaphs defign,

With wit, and strength, that only yields to thine:
Ev'n I, though flow to touch the painful string,
Awake from flumber, and attempt to fing.
Thee, Philips, thee defpairing Vaga mourns,
And gentle Ifis foft complaints returns ;
Dormer laments amidst the war's alarms,
And Cecil weeps in beauteous Tufton's arms:
Thee, on the Po, kind Somerset deplores,
And ev'n that charming scene his grief restores
He to thy lofs each mournful air applies,
Mindful of thee on huge Taburnus lies,

But most at Virgil's tomb his fwelling forrows rife.

But you, his darling friends, lament no more,
Display his fame, and not his fate deplore;
And let no tears from erring pity flow,

For one that's bleft above, immortaliz'd below.

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CHARLETTUS

CHARLETTUS

PERCIVALLO SUO.

CHARLETTUS PERCIVALLO SUO.

HORA dum nondum fonuit fecunda,

Nec puer nigras tepefecit undas,

Acer ad notos calamus labores.

Sponte recurrit.

Quid priùs noftris potiúfve chartis
Illinam? Cuinam vigil ante noctem
Sole depulfam redeunte Scriptor
Mitto falutem ?

Tu meis chartis, bone Percivalle,
Unicè dignus; tibi pectus implet
Non minor noftro novitatis ardor;
Tu quoque Scriptor.

Detulit rumor (mihi multa defert
Rumor) in fylvis modo te dediffe
Furibus prædam, mediumque belli im-
pune ftetiffe.

Saucius num vivit adhuc Caballus.

Anne? Ierneis potiora Gazis,

An, tua vitâ Tibi chariora,

Scripta fuperfunt?

Cui legis noftras, relegifque chartas?
Cui meam laudas generofitatem?
Quem meis verbis, mea nefcientem,

Mane falutas.

PERCIVALLUS CHARLETTO SUO.

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UALIS ambabus capiendus ulnis

Limen attingit tibi gratus hofpes

Quum facras primum fubit aut relinquit

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Læva, quùm cantu propriore ítrident
Miffiles, & jam moneant adesse

Cornua, chartas,

Tale per noftrum jecur & medullas
Gaudium fluxit, fimul ac reclufis
Vinculis vidi benè literati

Nomen amici.

Obvios fures, uti fama verax

Rettulit, fenfi pavidus tremenfque ;;
Sed fui, fumque, excipias timorem,
Cætera fofpes.

Scire fi fylvam cupias pericli

Confciam, & triftes nemoris tenebras,,

Confulas lentè tabulas parantem

Te duce Colum.

Flebilis legi miseranda docti

Fata pictoris, fed & hoc iniqua

Damna confolor, fupereft perempto
Rixone Wildgoofe..

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