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IV. ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.
et consiliis sanctioribus, Principis pariter ac populi amor et delicia:
Vixit titulis et invidia major
Annos, heu paucos, xxxv.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
v. INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE,
In Westminster-Abbey. Thy reliques, Rowe! to this fair urn we trust, And sacred, place by Dryden's awful dust : Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Bless'd in thy genius, in thy love too, blest!
One grateful woman to thy fame supplies,
Thy reliques. Rowe! to this dad shrine we trust.
VI. ON MRS. CORBET,
who died of a cancer in her breast.
HERE rests a woman, good without pretence,
Heaven, as its purest gold, by tortures try'd;
VII. ON THE MONUMENT OF THE HON.
ROBERT DIGBY, AND OF HIS SISTER
MARY, Erected by their father the Lord Digby, in the church of Sher
borne, in Dorsetshire, 1727. Go ! fair example of untainted youth, Of modest wisdom, and pacific truth; Compos’d in suff'rings, and in joy sedate, Good without noise, without pretension great: Just of thy word, in ev'ry thought sincere, Who knew no wish but what the world might hear: Of softest manners, unaffected mind, Lover of peace, and friend of human kind! Go, live ! for Heav'n's eternal year is thine ; Go, and exalt thy moral to divine.
And thou, bless'd maid ! attendant on his doom, Pensive hast follow'd to the silent tomb, Steer'd the same course to the same quiet shore, Not parted long, and now to part no more! Go then, where only bliss sincere is known! Go, where to love and to enjoy are one!
Yet take these tears, mortality's relief, And till we share your joys, forgive our grief: These little rites, a stone, a verse, receive; 'Tis all a father, all a friend, can give !
VIII. ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
In Westminster Abbey, 1723. KNELLER, by Heav'n, and not a master taught, Whose art was Nature, and whose pictures Thought; Now for two ages having snatch'd from Fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with princes' honors, poet's lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie Her works; and, dying, fears herself may die.
IX. ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS, .
In Westminster-Abbey, 1729. HERE, Withers ! rest; thou bravest, gentlest
Withers ! adieu ; yet not with thee remove
X ON MR. ELIJAH TENTON,
At Easthamstead, in Berks. 1730. This modest stone, what few vain marbles,can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man ; A poet bless'd beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heav'n kept sacred from the proud and
great ; Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd, Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he dy'd.
XI. ON MR. GAY,
In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.