XV.

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.

UNDER, 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.

Ver. 4. Let Horace]

NOTES.

"Whose verse adorn'd a tyrant's crimes;
Who saw majestic Rome betray'd,

And lent th' imperial ruffian aid.”

Akenside's Odes, p. 280. 4to.

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