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This weeping marble had not ask'd thy tear,
FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
HEROES and kings! your distance keep :
ANOTHER, ON THE SAME.
UNDER this marble, or under this sill,
ON TWO LOVERS STRUCK DEAD BY
WHEN Eastern lovers feed the funeral fire,
[Lord Harcourt-on whose estate the unfortunate pair lived-fearing the above might be beyond the comprehension of the country people, got Pope to write the following lines, which are inscribed on their monument at Stanton Harcourt, Oxon.]
Near this place lie the bodies of
An industrious young man,
And virtuous maiden of this parish;
Were in one instant killed by lightning,
THINK not by rigorous judgment seized,
Live well, and fear no sudden fate; When God calls virtue to the grave, Alike 'tis justice soon or late,
Mercy alike to kill or save.
Virtue unmoved can hear the call,
London R. Clay, Son, and Taylor, Printers.