B. To Worth or Want well-weigh'd, be Bounty giv'n, And ease, or emulate, the care of Heav'n; 230 235 P. Who ftarves by Nobles, or with Nobles eats ? The Wretch that trufts them, and the Rogue that cheats. 240. Is there a Lord, that knows a chearful noon 246 VER. 243. OXFORD's better part,] Edward Harley, Earl of Oxford. The fon of Robert, Earl Mortimer by Queen Anne. created Earl of Oxford, and This nobleman died regret ted by all men of letters, great numbers of whom had experienced his benefits. He left behind him one of the most noble Libraries in Europe. But all our praifes why fhould Lords engross? Rise, honest Muse! and fing the MAN of Ross: 250 Pleas'd Vaga echoes thro' her winding bounds, And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. Who hung with woods yon mountain's fultry brow? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow; Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently loft, 255 But clear and artless, pouring thro' the plain Who taught that heav'n-directed spire to rife? 260 VER. 250. The MAN of Ross:] The perfon here celebrated, who with a small Estate actually performed all these good works, and whose true name was almost loft (partly by the title of the Man of Rofs given him by way of eminence, and partly by being buried without so much as an inscription) was called Mr. John Kyrle. He died in the year 1724, aged 90, and lies interred in the chancel of the church of Rofs in Herefordshire. VARIATIONS. After ver.250. in the MS. Trace humble worth beyond Sabrina's shore, 266 He feeds Balk'd are the Courts, and contest is no more. B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue 271 275 P. Of Debts and Taxes, Wife and Children clear, This man poffeft five hundred pounds a year. 280 Blush, Grandeur, blufh! proud Courts, withdraw your blaze! Ye little Stars! hide your diminish'd rays. B. And what? no monument, inscription, stone ? His race, his form, his name almost unknown ? P. Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his Name: 285 VER. 281, Blue, Grandeur, blush! proud Courts, withdraw your blaze ! etc.] In this fublime apoftrophe, they are not bid to blush because outstript in virtue, for no fuch contention is fuppofed but for being outbined in their own proper pretenfions to Splendor and Magnificence. 290 Go, fearch it there, where to be born and die, 296 VER. 287. Go, fearch it there,] The parish-regifter. VER. 293. Should'ring God's altar a vile image ftands, Belies bis features, nay extends his bands; ] The description is inimitable. We fee him fhou d'ring the altar like one who impioufly affected to draw off the reverence of God's worshipers,` from the facred table, upon himself, whofe Features too the sculptor bad belied by giving them the traces of humanity : And, what was still a more impudent flattery, had insinuated, by extending bis bands, as if that humanity had béen, fome time or other, put into act. VER. 296. Eternal buckle takes in Parian flone] The poet ridicules the wretched tafte of carving large perriwigs on bufto's, of which there are feveral vile examples in the tombs at Westminster, and elsewhere. VARIATIONS. VER. 287. Thus in the MS. The Register inrolls him with his Poor, Tells he was born, and dy'd, and tells no more. Then stole to reft, unheeded and unseen. Behold what bleffing's Wealth to life can lend ! 300 In the worft inn's worit room, with mat half hung, 306 Of mimick'd' Statefmen, and their merry King, 310 No Wit to flatter, left of all his store! No Fool to laugh at, which he valu'd more. VER. 305. Great Villers lies -] This Lord, yet more fa mous for his vices than his misfortunes, having been poffeffed of about 50,000 7. a year, and paffed through many of the highest posts in the kingdom, died in the year 1687, in a remote inn in Yorkshire, reduced to the utmost misery. VER. 307. Cliveden] A delightful palace, on the banks of the Thames, built by the D. of Buckingham. VER. 308. Shrewsbury] The Countess of Shrewsbury, a woman abandoned to gallantries. The Earl her husband was killed by the Duke of Buckingham in a duel; and it has been faid, that during the combat the held the Duke's horses in the habit of a page. VER. 312. No fool to laugh at, which he valu'd more ] That is, he liked difguised flattery better than the more direct and avowed. And no wonder a man of wit fhould have this |