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VERSES left by Mr. POPE, on his lying in the fame Bed which WILMOT the celebrated Earl of Rochester flept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of Argyle, July 9th, 1739.
ITH no poetic ardour fir'd
I prefs the bed where Wilmot lay;
That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,
But in thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie
Such flames as high in patriots burn,
And fuch as wicked kings may mourn,
VERSES то MR. C.
ST. JAMES'S PLACE.
LONDON, OCTOBER 22.
EW words are beit; I wish you well;
The falling leaf and coming froft,
Your friend, your poet, and your hoft; For three whole days you here may reft, From office, business, news, and strife; And (what moft folks would think a jeft) Want nothing else, except your wife.
"His faltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani
On CHARLES Earl of DORSET,
In the Church of Withyam in Suffex.
ORSET, the Grace of Courts, the Mufes' Pride,
Where other BUCKHURSTS, Other DORSETS shine,
On Sir WILLIAM TRUMBAL,
One of the principal Secretaries of State to King WILLIAM III. who, having refigned his place, died in his Retirement at Easthamfted in Berkshire, 1716.
A Pleafing Form; a firm, yet cautious Mind;
Sincere, though prudent; conftant, yet refign'd:
Honour unchang'd, a Principle profeft,
Fix'd to one fide, but moderate to the reft:
Juft to his Prince, and to his Country true:
A love to Peace, and hate of Tyranny;
Such this Man was: who now, from Earth remov'd, At length enjoys that Liberty he lov'd.
On the Hon. SIMON HARCOURT,
Only Son of the Lord Chancellor HARCOURT, at the Church of Stanton-Harcourt in Oxfordshire, 1720.
O this fad fhrine, whoe'er thou art! draw near,
Here lies the Friend moft lov'd, the Son most dear;
How vain is Reafon, Eloquence how weak!
On JAMES CRAGGS, Esq.
REGI MAGNE BRITANNIE A SECRETIS
PRINCIPISPARITER AC POPULIA MORET DELICIÆ,
ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV.
OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX.
Statefman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul fincere,