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VERSES LEFT BY MR. POPE, On his lying in the same Bed which Wilmot the celo
brated Earl of Rochester slept in, at Adderbury,
I press'd the bed where Wilmot lay;
Begets no numbers grave or gay.
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie;
Beneath a nobler roof-the sky.
Yet stoop to bless a child or wife ;
When freedom is more dear than life.
VERSES TO MR. C.
Bethel, I'm told, will soon be here :
And evening friends, will end the year.
The falling leaf and coming frost,
Your friend, your poet, and your host;
From office, business, news, and strife;
Want nothing else, except your wife.
His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani
ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,
In the Church of Withyam, in Sussex. DORSET, the grace of courts, the Muses' pride, Patron of arts, and judge of nature, died. The scourge of pride, though sanctified or great, Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state : Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay; His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Bless'd satirist! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd vice had his hate and pity too. Bless'd courtier! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Bless'd peer! his great forefathers' every grace Reflecting, and reflected in his race; Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets shine, And patrons still, or poets, deck the line.
ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBALL, One of the principal Secretaries of State to King
William the Third, who, having resigned his place, died in his Retirement at Easthamstead, in Berkshire, 1716.
A PLEASING form; a firm, yet cautious mind;
A generous faith, from superstition free ;
ON THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT, Only Son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt, at the
Church of Stanton-Harcourt, in Oxfordshire, 1720.
To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near;
How vain is reason, eloquence how weak!
ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.
In Westminster Abbey.
ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS,
OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX.
STATESMAN, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear! Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, Praised, wept, and honour'd, by the muse he loved.
INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE,
In Westminster Abbey.
ON MRS. CORBET,
ON THE MONUMENT OF TIIE
AND OF HIS SISTER MARY,
of Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1727.
Just of thy word, in every thought sincere,
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'or 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, 1729. HERE, Withers, rest ! thou bravest, gentlest mind, Thy country's friend, but more of human-kind. O born to arms ! O worth in youth approved ! O soft bumanity, in age beloved !