What Prospects on his growing Years rely'd! Then faw I Multitudes with Grief o'ercome, The fond Remembrance, and the duteous Lay? Soon Soon, like the mourn'd, the Mourner must away; And endless Silence close the mortal Lay. O ever-loving, ever-lov'd, adieu! No more thy pleasing Aspect holds my View; Yet will I bear thee ever in my Breast, And meditate the Days which thou haft blest: I still may thy Society obtain, And what I loft by Death, by Death regain. EPI O EPIGRAM from the Greek. N Stygian Banks, Diogenes the Wife Bursts into Laughter when he Crafus fpies; And thus bespeaks, in threadbare Cloak and old, The Monarch famous for his gather'd Gold: On the foregoing EPIGRAM. HE Lydian Prince is blam'd for Wealth alone, TH Tho' greater in his Virtues than his Throne, The Cynick Churl is prais'd, of Fame secure, Tho' void of ev'ry Grace, but being poor. Norwonder whence this partial Judgment fprings, Such Crowds are envious, and fo few are Kings. The The HORN-BOO K. Magni magna patrant, nos non nifi ludicra H Ail! antient Book, moft venerable Code, Learning's first Cradle, and its last Abode! The huge unnumber'd Volumes which we fee, T By lazy Plagiaries are ftol'n from Thee: Yet future Times to thy fufficient Store Thec will I fing, in comely Wainscot bound, 2 And Golden Verge inclofing Thee around; M The faithful Horn before, from Age to Age, Preferving thy invaluable Page Behind thy Patron Saint in Armour fhines, With Sword and Lance to guard thy facred Lines: Beneath his Courfer's Feet the Dragon lies Transfix'd, his Blood thy fcarlet Cover dyes; Th' inftructive Handle's at the Bottom fixt, Left wrangling Critics should pervert the Text. And liqu'rish Learning to thy Babes extend ; What Masters dictate, or grave Doctors preach, Wife Matrons hence ev'n to our Children teach. But as the Name of ev'ry Plant and Flow'r (So common that each Peafant knows its Pow'r) Physicians in mysterious Cant express, T'amuse their Patients and enhance their Fees; So |