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Go, live! for Heaven's eternal year is thine,
And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom,
Yet take these Tears, Mortality's relief,
On Sir GODFREY KNELLER,
KNELLER, by Heaven and not a Mafter taught,
Whofe Art was Nature, and whofe Pictures
Now for two ages having fnatch'd from Fate
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
On General HENRY WITHERS,
HERE, WITHERS, reft! thou bravest, gentleft mind,
For thee the hardy Veteran drops a tear,
And the gay Courtier feels the figh fincere.
On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON, At Eafthamfted in Berks, 1730.
HIS modeft Stone, what few vain Marbles can,
A Poet, bleft beyond the Poet's fate,
Whom Heaven kept facred from the Proud and Great: Foe to loud Praife, and Friend to learned Eafe,
Content with Science in the Vale of Peace,
Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here
On Mr. GAY.
In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.
F Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
WELL then! poor Gay lies under ground,
So there's an end of honest Jack:
So little juftice here he found,
"Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.
Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON,
Teftantur Tempus, Natura, Colum:
Hoc marmor fatetur.
Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night:
On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,
Bishop of Rochefter.
Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732.
[His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.]
ES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part!
May Heaven, dear Father! now have all thy Heart.
Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still,
Till you are duft like me.
Dear Shade! I will:
Then mix this duft with thine-O fpotless Ghoft!"
-He faid, and dy'd.
On EDMOND Duke of BUCKINGHAM, Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his
F modeft Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd,
And every opening Virtue blooming round,
This weeping marble had not ask'd thy Tear,