Long ripening under-ground this China lies? Thus nature, tir'd with his unusual length To fpare herself, was glad to let him die. WRITTEN OVER A GATE.. HERE lives a man, who, by relation, Depends upon predestination; For which the learned and the wife THE MIRACLE, MERIT they hate, and wit they flight; They neither act, nor reason right, A council without fenfe. 1707. So So Mofes once, and Joshua, And that virago Debora, Like reverence pay to these! for who Without a miracle? GOOD angels fnatch'd him eagerly on high; Joyful they flew, finging and foaring through the Teaching his new-fledg'd foul to fly; Compofing new their heavenly fong. A while his fkilful notes loud hallelujahs drown'd; But foon they ceas'd their own, to catch his pleafing found. David himself improv'd the harmony, David in facred story fo renown'd Genius fublime in either art! Crown'd with applause surpaffing all defert! If human cares are lawful to the bleft, Needs muft he wish that Purcell only might With the frail body never dies; But with the foul afcends the skies From whence at firft it came. And in our fame below ftill bears a fhare : And death despis'd for fame by all the wife and brave ? Who power almighty only love, and only that admire ! And ever, ever vex'd With anxious care of trifles, wealth and power, In our rough minds due reverence infufe For fivcet melodious founds, and cach harmonious Mufe. Оп On the Lofs of an only Son, ROBERT Marquis of NORMAN BY. Οι UR morning's gay and fhining; At evening no repining ; And night 's all void of care. A fond transported mother A child at firft was wanting; In him would find content. A child of whom kind heaven The happy fire's poffeffing But ah! this shiny weather Black clouds began to gather, And all the fky o'erçaft. So fierce a fever rages, We all lie drown'd in tears; And difmal fad prefages Come thundering in our ears. The doubts that made us languish, But why fo much digreffion, ON MR. POPE, AND HIS POEMS. WITH age decay'd, with courts and bufinefs tir'd, Caring for nothing but what eafe requir'd, Too ferious now a wanton Muse to court, But |