Thee Nature taught, nor Art her aid deny'd, A mind that grasps the whole is rarely found, Half learn'd, half painters, and half wits abound; Few, like thy genius, at proportion aim, All great, all graceful, and throughout the same. ON ON THE Death of the Earl of C A DOGAN. By the Same. OF Marlb'rough's captains and Eugenio's friends, Ο The laft, CADOGAN to the grave defcends : Low lies each head whence Blenheim's glory fprung, The chiefs who conquer'd, and the bards who fung. From his cold corfe though every friend be fled, Lo! Envy waits, that lover of the dead. Thus did the feign o'er Naffau's herfe to mourn; Thus wept infidious, Churchill, o'er thy urn; To blast the living, gave the dead their due, And wreaths, herself had tainted, trim'd anew. Thou, yet unnam'd to fill his empty place, And lead to war thy country's growing race, Take every wish a British heart can frame, Add palm to palm, and rise from fame to fame. An hour must come, when thou fhalt hear with rage Thyself traduc'd, and curse a thankless age: Nor Nor yet for this decline the gen'rous ftrife, These ills, brave man, fhall quit thee with thy life; Alive though ftain'd by every abject slave, Secure of fame, and justice in the grave. Ah! no-when once the mortal yields to fate, The blast of Fame's fweet trumpet founds too late, Or footh the new inhabitant of light; Who hears regardless, while fond man, diftrefs'd, Farewel then fame, ill fought thro' fields of blood, Farewel unfaithful promifer of good: Thou music, warbling to the deafen'd ear! Thou incenfe, wafted on the fun'ral bier! Through life purfu'd in vain, by death obtain'd, When afk'd, deny'd us, and when given, disdain'd. AN TH His red-crofs knights and barons bold, Where Britain's foremost names are found, II. Once II. Once more a fon of SPENCER waits, Sprung from the chief whose prowess gain'd The dread of Gauls in Creffi's field. For four long centuries hath blaz'd. III. These feats our fires, a hardy kind, Threw horse and horfeman to the ground. In after-times, as courts refin'd, Our patriots in the lift were join'd, Nor only Warwick ftain'd with blood, Or Marlb'rough near the Danube's flood, Have |