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ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.

In Westminster Abbey.

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JACOBUS CRAGGS,
REGI MAGNÆ BRITANNIÆ A SECRETIS

ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS,
PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET

DELICIÆ,
VIXIT, TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR,
ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV.

OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX.
STATESMAN, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere,
N in action faithful, and in honour clear!
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend;
Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd,
Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the muse he lov'd.

INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE,

In Westminster Abbey.

MHY reliques, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust,

1 And, sacred, place by Dryden's awful dust :
Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies,
To which thy tomb shall guide inquiring eyes.
Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest!
Blest in thy genius, in thy love too blest !
One grateful woman to thy fame supplies
What a whole thankless land to his denies.

ON MRS. CORBET,
Who died of a Carcer in her Breast.

LJERE rests a woman, good without pretence,
II Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense:
No conquests she, but o'er herself, desir'd,
No arts essay'd, but not to be admir'd.
Passion and pride were to her soul unknown,
Convinc'd that virtue only is our own.
So unaffected, so compos'd a mind;
So firm, yet soft ; so strong, yet so refin'd;
Heaven, as its purest gold, by tortures tried;
The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.

ON THE MONUMENT OF THE HONOURABLE ROBERT DIG BY,

1 AND OF HIS SISTER MARY, Erected by their Father, the Lord Digby, in the

Church of Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1727. no! fair example of untainted youth, U of modest wisdom, and pacific truth ;r. Compos'd in sufferings, and in joy sedate, Good without noise, without pretension great: Just of thy word, in ev'ry thought sincere, Who knew no wish but what the world might hear : Of softest manners, unaffected mind, Lover of peace, and friend of human kind : Go, live!' for heaven's eternal year is thine, Go, and exalt thy moral to divine !

And thou, blest maid ! attendant on his doom, Pensive hast follow'd to the silent tomb,

! in U

Steer'd the same course to the same quiet shore,
Not parted long, and now to part no more !
Go then, where only bliss sincere is known!
Go, where to love and to enjoy are one !

Yet take these tears, mortality's relief,
And till we share your joys, forgive our grief :
These little rites, a stone, a verse, receive ;
'Tis all a father, all a friend, can give !

ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER,

In Westminster Abbey, 1723.

V NELLER, by heaven, and not a master, taught, 1 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, 1729.. HERE, Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind, 11 Thy country's friend, but more of human kind. O born to arms i O worth in youth approv'd! O soft humanity, in age belov'd! For thee the fiardy vet'ran drops a tear, .* And the gay courtier feels the sigh 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 Britou lies beneath this stone.

ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON,

At Easthamsted, in Berks, 1730.

THIS modest stone, what few vain marbles can, 1 May truly say, 'Here lies an honest man:' A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven 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 rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.

ON MR, GAY,
In Westminster Abbey, 173..

of manners gentle, of affections mild;

0 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 estate,
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the great :
A safe companion, and an easy friend,
Unblam'd 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!"

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ANOTHER.
W ELL then, poor Gay lies under ground,

W So there's an end of honest Jack :
So little justice here he found,

'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.

INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, A.

In Westminster Abbey.
'. ISAACUS NEWTONUS:

. Quem Immortalem
Testantur Tempus, Natura, Colum:

Mortalem

Hoc Marmor Fatetur.
JATURE and pature'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 Erile in Paris, 1732. [His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.]

DIALOGUE.' She. YES, we have liv'drone pang, and then we

part! May heaven, dear father! now have all thy hearte

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