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IX.

On General Henry WITHERS,

In Westminster-Abbey, 1729.

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ERE, WITHERS, rest! thou braveft, gentlest

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Thy Country's friend, but more of human kind,
Oh born to Arms! 0 Worth in Youch approv'd!
O soft Humanity, in Age belov’d!
For thee the hardy Vet'ran drops a tear,
And the gay Courtier feels the figh sincere.

Withers, adieu! yet not with thee remove
Thy Martial spirit, or thy Social love!
Amidst Corruption, Luxury, and Rage,
Still leave some ancient Virtues to our age:
Nor let us say, (those English glories gone)
The last true Briton lies beneath this stone.

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X.

On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON.

At Easthamsted in Berks, 1730.

T

HIS modeft Stone, what few vain Marbles

can, May truly fay, Here lies an honeft Man: A Poet, bleft beyond the Poet's fate, Whom Heav'n kept sacred from the Proud and

Great: Foe to loud Praise, and Friend to learned Ease, Content with Science in the Vale of Peace. Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From Nature's temp'rate feast rofe satisfy'd, Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he dy'd.

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F Manners gentle, of Affections mild;

In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child :
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the age :
Above Temptation, in a low Etate,
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A safe Companion, and an eafy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End.
These are Thy Honours! not that here thy Bust
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy duft;
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their pensive bosoms--Here lies Gay.

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Ver. 12. Here lies Gay.] i. e. in the hearts of the good and worthy.--Mr. Pope told me his conceit in this line was not generally understood. For, by peculiar ill luck, the formulary expression, which makes the beauty, misleads the reader into a fense which takes it quite away.

XII.

Intended for Sir Isaac Newton,

In Westminster-Abbey.

ISAACUS NEWTONUS:

Quem Immortalem
Teftantur Tempus, Natura, Cælum :

Mortalem

Hoc marmor fatetur.

Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night:
GOD said, Let Newton be! and all was Light.

XIII.

On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,

Bishop of Rochester.

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732.

[His only Daughter having expired in his arms,

immediately after the arrived in France to see him.]

DIALOGUE.

SH E.

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ES, we have liv’d-one pang, and then we

part ! May Heav'n, dear Father! now have all thy Heart, Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still, Till you are dust like me.

H E.

Dear Shade! I will : Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless Ghost ! O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country lost !

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