He was learned without pride,

And pious without oftentation;

Zealous and indefatigable to advance the interest Of true religion,

And the everlasting welfare of those who were entrusted To his paftoral care.

What! tho' fuch various worth is feldom known,

No adulation rears this facred ftone,

No partial love this genuine picture draws,

No venal pencil prostitutes applause:

Juftice and truth in artlefs colours paint

The Man, the Friend, the Preacher, and the Saint.

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UTHORS, you know, of greatest fame,
Thro' modefty suppress their name;

And would

you wish me to reveal

What these fuperior wits conceal?
Forego the fearch, my curious friend,

And husband time to better end.

All my ambition is, I own,

To profit and to please unknown;
Like ftreams fupply'd from springs below,

Which scatter bleffings as they flow.

Were you difeas'd, or prefs'd with pain, Strait you'd apply to * Warwick-Lane;

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College of Phyficians.

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