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An honest courtier, yet a patriot too,
ON THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT,
ONLY SON OF THE LORD CHANCELLOR HARCOURT, At the Church of Stanton-Harcourt, Oxfordshire, 1720. To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near; Here lies the friend most loved, the son most dear; Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
How vain is reason, eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak. Oh! let thy once-loved friend inscribe thy stone, And with a father's sorrows mix his own!
ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.
ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS, PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIÆ: VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, xxxv.
OB. FEB. XVI. M.DCC.XX. STATESMAN, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear!
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
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, bless’d! One grateful woman to thy fame supplies What a whole thankless land to his denies,
ON MRS. CORBET, WHO DIED OF A CANCER IN HER BREAST. HERE rests a woman, good without pretence, Bless'd with plain reason and with sober sense: No conquest she but o'er herself desired, No arts essay'd but not to be admired. Passion and pride were to her soul unknown, Convinced that virtue only is our own. So unaffected, so composed a mind, So firm yet soft, so strong yet so refined, Heaven, as its purest gold, by tortures tried ; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
ON THE MONUMENT OF THE
In the Church of Sherborne, Dorsetshire, 1727.
And thou, bless'd 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, 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.
ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS,
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
HERE, Withers! rest; thou bravest, gentlest mind,
Withers, adieu! yet not with thee remove
ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON,
Calmly he look'd on either life, and here
ON MR. GAY. IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 1732. Of 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!
INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON,
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
HOC MARMOR FATETUR, NATURE and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, · Let Newton be!' and all was light.