Candid to all, but to himself severe, [own: By Want not shaken, nor by Wealth allur'd. All Drugs and Plants explor'd, alas in vain! The Drugs and Plants their drooping Master fail'd, Nor Goodness now, nor Learning ought avail'd; Yet to the Bard his Churchill's Soul they gave, And made him fcorn the Life they could not fave; Elfe could he bear unmov'd the fatal Guest, The Weight that all his fainting Limbs oppreft, TheCoughs that ftrugled from his weary Breast? Could he unmov'd approaching Death sustain? Its flow Advances, and its racking Pain? Could he ferene his weeping Friends furvey, In his last Hours his easie Wit display, Like the rich Fruit he fings, delicious in decay? Once on thyFriends look down, lamentedShade, And view the Honours to thy Ashes paid; Some thy lov'd Duft in Parian Stones enfhrine, Others immortal Epitaphs defign; i With Wit,andStrength, that only yields to thine: Even Even I, though flow to touch the painful String, And Cecil weeps in beauteous Tufton's Arms: And ev❜n that charming Scene his Grief restores: But most at Virgil's Tomb his fwelling Sorrows [rife.. But you, his darling Friends, lament no more, Display his Fame, and not his Fate deplore And let no Tears from erring Pity flow, For One that's bleft above, immortaliz❜d below. THE DRE A M. THE Fifth Elegy of the Third Book of OVID'S AMOURS. T By Mr. CROMWELL. Was in the midft, and filent dead of Night, When heavy Sleep opprefs'd my weary Juft Just on the Margin of a Verdant Mead, [fpread: Where murmuring Brooks refreshing Waters But in this Shade I felt my Heat no lefs: Thrice with lewd Bill peck'd off the Heifer's Hair; The |