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So unaffected, so composed a mind;
ON THE MONUMENT OF
THE HONOURABLE ROBERT DIGBY,
AND OF HIS SISTER MARY. Erected by their father, the Lord Digby, in the
Church of Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1727.
And thou, blest maid! attendant on his doom,
Yet take these tears, mortality's relief,
ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER.
In Westminster Abbey, 1723. KNELLER, by Heaven, 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' honours, poets’ lays,
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS.
In Westminster Abbey, 1729.
Withers, adieu ! yet not with thee remove
ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON.
At Easthamsted, 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 Heaven kept sacred from the proud and great: Poe 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 temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had lived, and that he died.
ON MR. GAY.
In Westminster Abbey, 1732. Or manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit, a man; simplicity, a child: With native humour tempering virtuous rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age: Above temptation in a low estate, And uncorrupted, e'en among the great:. A safe companion, and an easy friend, Unblamed through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms-- Here lies Gay!'
Well, then! poor Gay lies under ground,
So there's an end of honest Jack:
'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.
INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON.
In Westminster Abbey,
NATURE and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,
BISHOP OF ROCHESTER.
Who died in Exile in Paris, 1732. [His only daughter having expired in his arms, immediately
after she arrived in France to see him.)
She. Yes, we have lived—one pang, and then we
May Heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart.
Dear shade! I will :
ON EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
ANOTHER, ON THE SAME. UNDER this marble, or under this sill, Or under this turf, or e'en what they will; Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head; Lies one who ne'er cared, and still cares not a pin, What they said, or may say, of the mortal within: But who, living and dying, serene still and free, Trusts in God, that as well as he was, he shall be.
LORD CONINGSBY'S EPITAPH..
ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT.
Perhaps by Mr. Popest
* This epitaph, originally written on Picus Mirandula, is applied to F. Chartres, and printed among the works of Swift. See Hawkesworth's edition, vol. vi.-S.
t Mr. Pope, in one of the prints from Scheemaker's monument of Shakspeare in Westminster Abbey, has sufficiently sbewn his contempt of Alderman Barber, by the following couplet, which is substituted in the place of The cloud-capt towers,' &c.
• Thus Britain loved me; and preserved my fame,
Clear from a Barber's, or a Benson's name.'-A. Pope. Pope might probably have suppressed his satire on the alder.