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On Mrs. CORBET, :
Who died of a Cancer in her Breast.

HERE rests a Woman, good without pretence,
**Bleft 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, fo compos'd a mind;
So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so refin'd;
Heav'n, as its purest gold, by Tortures try'd;
The Saint sustain’d it, but the Woman dy'd.


On the Monument of the Honourable Ro

BERT Digby, and of his Sister MARY, erected by their Father the Lord DIGBY, in the Church of Sherborne in Dorsetshire, 1727

of ind in fufiring ithout pretit lince

GO! fair Example of untainted youth,

Of modest wisdom, and pacific truth : Compos'd in sufr’rings, and in joy fedate, Good without noise, without pretension great. Just of thy word, in ev'ry thought fincere, 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 Heav'n's eternal year is thine, . Go, and exalt thy Moral to Divine.

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And thou, blest Maid! attendant on his doom,
Penfive haft follow'd to the silent tomb,
Steer'd the fame course to the fame 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 !


In Westminster-Abbey, 1723.

K NELLER, by Heav'n and not a Master taught,
** Whose Art was Nature, and whose Pictures

Now for two ages having snatch'd from Fate
Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, .
Lies crown'd with Princes honours, Poet's 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.

IMITATION 3. VER. 7. Imitated from the famous Epitaph on Raphael. Rapbael, timuit, quo fofpite, vinci:

Rerum magna parens, et moriente, mori.

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' In Westminster-Abbey, 1729.

Here,WITHERS, reft! thou bravest, gentlest mind,
" Thy Country's friend, but more of human kind.
Oh born to Arms! O Worth in Youth approv'd!
O soft Humanity, in Age belov'd !
For thee the hardy Vet’ran drops a tear,
And the gay Courtier feels the sigh fincere.

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


At Easthamnsted in Berks, 1730.,

This modeft Stone, what few vain Marbles can,

May truly say, Here lies an honest 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, as Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temp’rate feast rose satisfy'd, Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he dy'd. .


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In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.
OF 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 Estate,
And uncorrupted ev'n among the Great :
A safe Companion, and an easy 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 fhall say,
Striking their pensive bofoms - Here lies GAY.

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VER. 12. Here lies Gay.] . 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 expref.

fion, which makes the beauty, mileads the reader into a f nle · which takes it quite away.

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Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON,

In Westminster-Abbey.

. Quem Immortalem
Teftantur Tempis, Natura, Cælum :


Hoc marmor fatetur.
Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in. Night:
GOD said, Let! and all was Light. .


Bishop of Rochester. Who died in Exile at 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'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 duft with thine- fpotless Ghost!
O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country loft!
Is there on Earth, one care, one wish befide?

-He said, and dy'd.

- Save my Country, Heav'n, ] Alluding to the Bishop's frequent use and application of the expiring words of the famous Father PAUL, in his prayer for the state, ESTO PERPETUA. With how good a grace the Bishop applied it at his trial, and is here made to refer to it in his last moments, they will understand who know what conformity there was in the lives of the Prelate and the Monk. The character of our countryman is well known. And that of the Father may be told in very few words. He was profoundly skilled in all divine and human learning : He employed his whole life in the service of the State, against the unjust encroachments of the Church. He was modeft, humble, and forgiving ; candid, patient, and juit ; free from all prejudices of party, and all the projects of ambition; in a word, the happiest compound of Science, Wisdom, and Virtue.

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