ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ. In Westminster Abbey. JACOBUS CRAGGS, REGI MAGNE BRITANNIE A SECRETIS ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS, PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIA, VIXIT, TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR, STATESMAN, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear! Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the muse he lov'd. INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE, In Westminster Abbey. THY reliques, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust, ON MRS. CORBET, Who died of a Cancer in her Breast. HERE rests a woman, good without pretence, So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so refin'd; 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. GO! fair example of untainted youth, Of modest wisdom, and pacific truth; Compos'd in sufferings, and in joy sedate, 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 heaven's eternal year is thine, And thou, blest maid! attendant on his doom, Pensive hast follow'd to the silent tomb, U Steer'd the same course to the same quiet shore, Not parted long, and now to part no more! Yet take these tears, mortality's relief, K ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER, NELLER, by heaven, and not a master, taught, Now for two ages having snatch'd from fate Living, great nature fear'd he might outvie ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS, HERE, Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind, Thy country's friend, but more of human kind. O born to arms! O worth in youth approv'd! O soft humanity, in age belov'd! For thee the hardy vet'ran drops a tear, Withers, adieu! yet not with thee remove Thy martial spirit, or thy social love! Amidst corruption, luxury, and rage, ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON, THIS modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say,' Here lies an honest man:' A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the proud and great: Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace, Calinly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; ON MR. GAY, In Westminster Abbey, 1732. OF manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit, a man; simplicity, a child: With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage, And uncorrupted, ev'n among the great: But that the worthy and the good shall say, ANOTHER. WELL then, poor Gay lies under ground, So there's an end of honest Jack: So little justice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he 'll ne'er come back. INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, ISAACUS NEWTONUS: Quem Immortalem Testantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum: Hoc Marmor Fatetur. NATURE and nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, 'Let Newton be!' and all was light. 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.1 She. YES, DIALOGUE. we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part! May heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart. |