ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON, AT EASTHAMSTED, BERKS, 1730. THIS modest stone, what few vain marbles can, Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; ON MR. GAY, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 1732. Or manners gentle, of affections mild; With native humour tempering virtuous rage, Above temptation in a low estate, INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. ISAACUS NEWTONUS, QUEM IMMORTALEM TESTANTUR TEMPUS, NATURA, CŒLUM: MORTALEM HOC MARMOR FATETUR. NATURE and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, 'Let Newton be!' and all was light. ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY, BISHOP OF ROCHESTER, WHO DIED IN EXILE AT PARIS, 1732. [His only daughter having expired in his arms immediately after she arrived in France to see him.] DIALOGUE. She. YES, 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 dust like me. Dear shade! I will: He. Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless ghost! O more than fortune, friends, or country lost! Is there on earth one care, one wish beside? Yes-Save my country, Heaven!' he said, and died. ON EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM, WHO DIED IN THE NINETEENTH YEAR OF HIS AGE, 1735. IF modest youth, with cool reflection crown'd, 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, Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead, ON TWO LOVERS STRUCK DEAD BY LIGHTNING. WHEN eastern lovers feed the funeral fire, THINK not by rigorous judgment seiz❜d, 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 unmov'd can hear the call, And face the flash that melts the ball. |