So unaffected, so compos'd a mind, So firm, yet soft, so strong, yet so refin'd; ON THE MONUMENT OF THE HON. R. DIGBY AND OF HIS SISTER MARY, ERECTED BY THEIR FATHER LORD DIGBY, In the Church of Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1727. Go! fair example of untainted youth, Lover of peace, and friend of humankind! And thou, bless'd maid! attendant on his doom, Yet take these tears, mortality's relief, And till we share your joys, forgive our grief •, These little rites, a stone, a verse, receive; 'Tis all a father, all a friend can give! ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 1723. KNELLER, by Heaven, and not a master, taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought; Now for two ages having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with princes' honours, poets' lays, Due to his merit and brave thirst of praise. Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie Her works; and, dying, fears herself may die. ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 1729. HERE, Withers! rest; thou bravest, gentlest mind, For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear, 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, 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.] 100 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. Ir 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: ANOTHER ON THE SAME. UNDER this marble, or under this sill, |