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On General Henry WITHERS,
In Westminster-Abbey, 1729.
ERE, WITHERS, rest! thou braveft, gentlest
Thy Country's friend, but more of human kind,
Withers, adieu! yet not with thee remove
On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON.
At Easthamsted in Berks, 1730.
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.
F Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child :
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.
Intended for Sir Isaac Newton,
Hoc marmor fatetur.
Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night:
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.]
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.
Dear Shade! I will : Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless Ghost ! O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country lost !