VI. On Mrs. CORBET, Who died of a Cancer in her Breaft. HERE refts a Woman, good without pretence, Bleft with plain Reason, and with fober Sense: No Conquefts fhe, but o'er herself, defir'd, VII. On the Monument of the Honourable ROBERT DIGBY, and of his Sifter MARY, erected by their Father the LORD DIGBY, in the Church of Sherborne in Dorfetfhire, 1727. G O! fair Example of untainted youth, Of modest wisdom, and pacific truth: Compos'd in fufferings, and in joy sedate, Good without noise, without pretension great. Just of thy word, in every thought sincere, Who knew no wish but what the world might hear: Of softeft manners, unaffected mind, Lover of peace, and friend of human kind : Go, Go, live! for Heaven's eternal year is thine, And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom, Yet take these Tears, Mortality's relief, VIII. On Sir GODFREY KNELLER, KNELLER, by Heaven and not a Mafter taught, Whofe Art was Nature, and whofe Pictures Now for two ages having snatch'd from Fate Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie IX. On General HENRY WITHERS, In Weftminster Abbey, 1729. HERE, WITHERS, reft! thou braveft, gentleft mind, Thy Country's friend, but more of human-kind. For thee the hardy Veteran drops a tear, X. On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON, At Eafthamfted in Berks, 1730. THIS modest Stone, what few vain Marbles can, May truly fay, Here lies an honeft Man: A Poet, bleft beyond the Poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept facred from the Proud and Great: Foe to loud Praife, and Friend to learned Eafe, Content with Science in the Vale of Peace, Calmly Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here F Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child :'- Another. WELL then! poor Gay lies under ground, So there's an end of honeft Jack: So little juftice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back. XII. Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON, In Westminster-Abbey. ISAACUS NEWTONUS: Quem Immortalem' Teftantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum: Mortalem Hoc marmor fatetur. Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night: 1 XIII. On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY, Bishop of Rochester. Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732. [His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.] DIALOGUE. SHE. Y ES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part! May Heaven, dear Father! now have all thy Heart. Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still, Till you are duft like me. HE |