On Sir HENRY LEIGH.

H

Ere Sir HENRY LEIGH is lying,
With his Doxy kneeling by him,
When he was alive and had his Feeling
When the lay down then he was kneeling,
But now he's dead and has loft his Feeling,
Now he lyes down the is kneeling.

Sedity.

r

On JOHN A COMB, an old Uferer, by Shakespear, at COMB's Requeft.

EN in the Hundred here lyes Engrav'd,

TE

'Tis a Hundred to Ten if his Soul is no fav'd; But if any one should ask who lyes in this Tomb,

Oh! Oh! quoth the D-1, 'tis my JOHN A COMB.

On the Body of Mrs. BROWN.

HE whofe unblemish'd Life two Husbands blefs'd,
From Cares and Labour now is come to Rest.
Chafte Love and prudent Charity, all that's good
She daily fhew'd as well as understood, t
The Poor have loft a Friend, I a good Wife,

But fhe I truft hath gain'd Eternal Life.

A

On

On Mrs. MARY GAUDY.

His fair young Virgin for a Nuptial-Bed,

TH

More fit is lodg'd (fad Fate) among the Dead,
Storm'd by rough Winds, fo falls in all her Pride
The full blown Rose defign'd to adorn a Bride.

Sacred to the Memory of THOMAS Drake.

́E liv'd, he dy`d, fo much his Love prevail'd,

He liv

In Life belov'd, and at his Death bewail'd;
His Life and Death fo good, fo great his Love
Can only be prais'd here, and paid above.
Uxor Maren: pofuit.

10

L

On Mrs. A UDRIE WARREN.

Aden with Years, by Sickness preft,
This pious Matron came to Rest ;

A fair Example of good Life,
She was a chafte and loving Wife,
Her House did fhew her prudent Care,

She knew both how to spend and spare;
Mourn not, fhe's gone where Tears do cease,
Her upright Life did end in Peace.

On

On the Earl of WARREN, and the Lord SCALES.

[OT twice ten Years of Age, a weary Breath

Have I exchanged for a happy Death,
My Course so short, the longer is my Reft,
GOD takes them fooneft whom he loveth beft.

For he that's Born to Day and Dies to Morrow
Lofeth fome time of Reft, but more of Sorrow.

To the Memory of Mr. JOHN SYMONDS.

H'

IS Flesh interred here, once contain'd a Spirit,

Who by GOD's Mercy and his Saviour's Merit,

Departed in that conftant Hope of Trust,

To Reign eternally among the Juft,

To live and die well, was his whole Endeavour,
And in Affurance dy'd to live for ever.

MICHAEL DRAITON, Efq; a Memorable Poet of this Age.

Do, pious Marble, let thy Reader know,

What they and what their Children owe
TO DRAITON'S Name, whofe facred Duft
We recommend unto thy Truft,

Protect his Memory, and preserve his Story-
Remain a lafting Monument of his Glory.
And when thy Ruins fhall difeliam,
To be the Treafurer of his Name,
His Name! that cannot fade, fhall be
An everlasting Monument to Thee.

On Mr. THOMAS ELTON, and JOHN

W

WHITAKER.

Here once the famous ELTON did entrust
The Prefervation of his Sacred Duft,

Lies Pious WHITAKER, but juftly twin'd,
Both dead, one Grave, both living had one Mind,
And by their diffolution have fupply'd

The hungry Grave, and Fame, and Heaven befide,
This Stone protects their Bones, while Fame enrolls
Their deathless Name, and Heaven embrace their Souls,

On Mrs. JOANNA BRYONI

A Dmir'd, Belov'd, Lamented Infancy,

Hurry'd away, does here untimely lye, Too good to Live, and yet too young to Dye: Hard Fate! that beft of Things must be Always the Plunder of the Grave and thee

What

What Grief can vent this Lofs, or Praifes tell
How young, how good, how beautiful she fell;
Compleat in all but Days, refign'd her Breath,
Who never difobey'd but in her Death.

To the Memory of Sir HUGH BRAWN.

Eader, it pleas'd th'Almighty to infuse

Senfe of his Goodness in my Fleshly Heart; Faith quicken'd Love, Love did his Church-work chufe, Both jointly here do fhew themselves in Part, His be the Glory; Peace (Soul Sabath) mine, Prayer, Thanksgiving, Ufe, Example thine.

To the Memory of ALICE JOURdan.

Tand, Reader, and spend a Tear,

STand

And think on me who now lye here,
And whilft you read the State of me
Think on the Glafs that runs for thee,
Let not this World your Thoughts betray,
But think upon your dying Day :

In Chrift alone, I only truft,

To rife in Number of the Juft.