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His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani
ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,
IN THE CHURCH OF WITHYAM, SUSSEX. DORSET, the grace of courts, the Muse's pride, Patron of arts, and judge of nature, died ! The scourge of pride, though sanctified or great, Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state: Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Bless'd satirist! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Bless'd courtier! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships and his ease. 10 Bless'd peer! his great forefathers' every grace Reflecting, and reflected in his race; Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets, shine, And patriots still, or poets, deck the line.
• ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBALL,
ONE OF THE PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE TO
KING WILLIAM III.
Who, having resigned his Place, died in his Retirement at
Easthumsted, in Berkshire, 1716. .
Fill'd with the sense of age, the fire of youth,
ON THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT, ONLY SON OF THE LORD CHANCELLOR HARCOURT.
At the Church of Stanton-Harcourt, Oxfordshire, 1720. To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near; Here lies the friend most lov'd, the son most dear; Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died. How vain is reason, eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak. Ob! let thy once lov'd friend inscribe thy stone, And with a father's sorrows mix his own!
ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.
ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS,
VIXIT TITULIS ET IN VIDIA MAJOR
OB. FEB. XVI. M.DCC.XX.
INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE,
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
ON MRS. CORBET,
ON THE MONUMENT OF THE
In the Church of Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1797.
Just of thy word, in every thought sincere,
And thou, bless'd maid! attendant on his doom,
Yet take these tears, mortality's relief,
ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY, 1923. Kneller by Heav'n, and not a master, taught, 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, 5 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, Thy country's friend, but more of human-kind. O born to arms! O worth in youth approv'd! O soft humanity in age belov'd !
For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear,
Withers, adieu ! yet not with thee remove
ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON,
AT EASTHAMSTED, BERKS, 1730, This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man; A poet bless'd beyond the poet's fate, Whom Ileav'n kept sacred from the proud and great; Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned case, 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 temperate foast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he died,
ON MR. GAY,
IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY, 1732,