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ON THE MONUMENT OF THE
HON. R. DIGBY AND OF HIS SISTER
MARY, ERECTED BY THEIR FATHER LORD DIGBY,
In the Church of Sherborne, Dorsetshire, 1727. Go! fair example of untainted youth, Of modest wisdom and pacific truth : Composed in sufferings, and in joy sedate, Good without noise, without pretension great: Just of thy word, in every thought sincere, Who knew no wish but what the world might hear: Of softest manners, unaffected mind, Lover of peace, and friend of humankind ! Go live! for Heaven's eternal year is thine; Go, and exalt thy moral to divine.
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,
AT EASTHAMSTED, BERKS.
This modest stone, what few vain marbles can,
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.
QUEM IMMORTALEM TESTANTUR, TEMPUS, NATURA, CÆLUM:
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 AT PARIS, 1732. [His only daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.)
DIALOGUE. ShE. Yes, we have lived—One pang, and then
we part ! May Heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart. Yet, ah! how once we loved, remember still, Till you are dust like me. HE.
Dear shade! I will : Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless ghost! O more than fortune, friends, or country lost! Is there on earth one care, one wish beside ? Yes-- Save my country, Heaven !-he said, and
EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
WHO DIED IN THE 19TH YEAR OF HIS AGE, 1735.
In whom a race, for courage famed and art,
WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMIN
HEROES and kings ! your distance keep;
peace let one poor poet sleep, Who never flatter'd folks like you : Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.
ANOTHER, ON THE SAME. UNDER this marble, or under this sill, Or under this turf, or een 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 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.