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Amidst corruption, luxury, and rage,
Still leave some ancient virtues to our age:
Nor let us say (those English glories gone)
The lust true Britou lies beneath this stone.

ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON,
At Eastkamsted, in Berks, 1730.

THIS modest atone, what few vain marbles can,
May truly say,' Here lies an honest man:*
A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate,
Whom Heaven kept sacred from the prond and great:
Foe to lond 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, 1732.

OF manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit, a man; simplicity, a child:
With native humour temp'ring virtnous 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 V

ANOTHER.

TTITELL then, poor Gay lies under ground,

So there's aii end of honest Jack:
So little justice here be found,
Tis ten to one he '11 ne'er come back.

INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON,
In Westminster Abbey.

'< ISAACUS NEWTONUS;

Quem Immortalem , ,

TestanturTeropus, Natura, C'sinm:
.* Mortalem

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 in Paris, 1732.

[His only Danghter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him ]

DIALOGUE. She.VTES, we have liv'd-r-one pang, and then we * part!

May heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart.

Yet, ah! how once we lov'd, remember still.
Till you are dust like me.

He. Dear shade! I will:

Then mix this dust with thine— O spotless ghost 1 I
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
died.

ON EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,

Who died in the lQth year of his age, 1735.

jF-modest youth, with cool reflection crown'd,

And ev'ry opening virtue blooming round,
Could save a parent's justest pride from fate,
Or add one patriot to a sinking state;
This weeping marble had not ask'd thy tear,
Or sadly told how many hopes lie here!
The living virtue now had shone approv'd;
The senate heard him, and his country lov'd.
Yet softer honours, and less noisy fame
Attend the shade of gentle Buckingham:
In whom a race, for courage fam'd and art,
Ends in the milder merit of the heart;
And, chiefs or sages long to Britain given,
Pays the last tribute of a saint to Heaven.

FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

HEROES and kings! your distance keep.
In peace let one poor poet sleep,
Who never flatter' d folks like you:
Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.

ANOTHER ON THE SAME.

TTNDER this marble, or under this sill.

Or under this turf, or e'en 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 car'd, and still 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*

HERE lies Lord Coningsby~be civil;
The rest God knows—so does the devil.

ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT.
Perhapt by Mr. Popct.

RESPECT to Dry den, Sheffield justly paid,
And noble Villers honour'd Cowley's shade:
But whence this Barber?—that a name so mean
Should, join'd with Butler's, on a tomb be seen:

* This Epitaph, originally written on Picus Miraodula, is applied to F. Chartres, and printed among the works of -Swift. See Uawkesworth's edition, vol. vi. &

t Mr. Pope, in one of the prints from Scheemaker's monument of Shakespeare in Westmmster Abbey, has surficiently shown his contempt of Alderman Barber, by the following couplet, which is

This pyramid would better far proclaim,
To future ages humbler Settle's name:
Poet and patron then had been well pair'd,
The city printer, and the city bard.

substituted in the place of ' The cloud-cappM tow ers, &c.*

Thus Britain lov'd me; and preserv'd my fame, Clear from a Barber's or a Benson's name.

A. POPE.

Pope might probably have suppressed his satire ou the alderman, because he was one of Swift's acquaintances and correspondents; though in the fourth book of the Dunciad he has an anonymous stroke at him:

So by each bard an alderman shall sit,
A heavy lo rd shall hang at ev'ry wit. S.

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