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Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
Let day improve on day, and year on year ,
Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear;
Till death unfelt that tender frame destroy ,
In some foft dreamn, or extasy, of joy,
Peaceful Neep out the Sabbath of the tomb,
And wake to raptures in a life to come.

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On his Birth-day, 1742.
RESIGND

ESIGN'D to live, prepard to die,
With not one sin, but poetry ,
This day Tom's fair account has run
( Without a blat) to eighty one.
Kind Boyle , before his poet, lays
A table, with a cloth of bays ;
And Ireland, mother of sweet singers ,
Presents her harp still to his fingers.
The feast , his tow'ring genius marks
In yonder wild goose and the larks !
The mushrooms shew his wit was sudden!
And for his judgment, lo a pudden!
Roast beef, tho' old, proclaims him stout,
And grace, altho'a bard, devout,
May Tom , whom heav'n sent down to raise

The price of prologues and of plays, Be ev'ry birth-day more a winner, Digest his thirty-thousandth dinner ; Walk to his grave without reproach , And scorp a rascal and a coach.

EPITAPH S.

His saltem accumulem donis, & fungar inani
Munere !

VIRG.

I.

ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,

the grace

In the Church of Withyam in Sussex.
Dorset,
ORSET,

of Courts, the Muses'
pride,
Patron of Arts, and judge of Nature , dy'd.
The scourge of pride , tho' fan&tifi’d or great,
Of fops in learning , and of knaves in ftate :
Yet soft his nature , tho' severe his lay ,
His anger moral, and his wisdom gay.
Blest Satrist! who touch'd the mean so true,
As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too.
Bleft Courtier! who could king and country please,
Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease.
Blest Peer! his great forefathers ev'ry grace
Reflecting, and reflected in his race ;
Where other BUCKHORSTS, other DORSETS shine ,
And Patriots still, or Poets, deck the line.

VOL. II.

I I.

ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBAL ,

One of the principal Secretaries of State to

King William III. who having resigned his place, died in his retirement at Easthamsted

in Berkshire, 1716. A pleafing form ; a firm , yet cautious mind; Sincere, tho' prudent; constant, yet resign'd : Honour unchang'd, a principle profeft, Fix'd to one side, but mod'rate to the rest : An honest Courtier, yet a Patriot too ; Just to his Prince, and to his Country true : Fuld with the sense of age, the fire of youth ; A scorn of wrangling , yet a zeal for truth; A gen'rous faith, from superstition free; A love to peace, and hate of tyranny ; Such this man was; who now, from earth remov'd, At length enjoys that liberty he lov’d.

I II.

ON

THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT,

Only Son of the Lord Chancellor HARCOURT;

at the Church of Stanton - Harcourt in Oxfordshire, 1720.

To this fad shrine , whoe'er thou art! draw near,

Hiere lies the friend most lov'd, the son moit dear: Who ne'er knew joy, but friendship might divide , Or

gave his father grief but when he dy'd. How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what HARCOURT cannot speake Oh let thy once-lov'd friend inscribe thy stone And, with a father's Torrows, mix his own!

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