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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.
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: An honeft Courtier, yet a Patriot too; Juft to his Prince, and to his Country true: Fill'd with the Sense of Age, the Fire of Youth, A Scorn of Wrangling, yet a Zeal for Truth; A generous Faith, from Superftition free: 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
O this fad fhrine, whoe'er thou art! draw near,
How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak!
On JAMES CRAGGS, Efq.
REGI MAGNE BRITANNIÆ A SECRETIS
PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIÆ,
ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV.
OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX.
Statefman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul fincere,
Ennobled by Himself, by all approv'd,
Intended for Mr. ROW E,
HY reliques, Rowe, to this fair Urn we trust, And facred, place by Dryden's awful dust : Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy Tomb fhall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Bleft in thy Genius, in thy Love too blest! One grateful woman to thy fame supplies What a whole thanklefs land to his denies.
It is as follows on the Monument in the Abbey erected to Rowe and his Daughter.
Thy Reliques, RowE! to this fad fhrine we truft,
To these fo mourn'd in death, fo lov'd in life;
On Mrs. CORBET,
Who died of a Cancer in her Breaft.
ERE refts a Woman, good without pretence, Bleft with plain Reason, and with fober Senfe: No Conquefts fhe, but o'er herself, defir'd, No Arts effay'd, but not to be admir'd. Paffion and Pride were to her Soul unknown, Convinc'd that Virtue only is our own. So unaffected, fo compos'd a mind; So firm, yet foft; so ftrong, yet so refin'd; Heaven, as its pureft gold, by Tortures try'd; The Saint fuftain'd it, but the Woman dy'd.
On the Monument of the Honourable ROBERT DIGBY, and of his Sifter MARY, erected by their Father the LORD DIGBY, in the Church of Sherborne, in Dor-. fetthire, 1727.
O! fair Example of untainted youth,
Juft of thy word, in every thought fincere,
Lover of peace, and friend of human kind:
Go, live! for Heaven's eternal year is thine,
And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom,
Yet take thefe Tears, Mortality's relief,
On Sir GODFREY
In Westminster-Abbey, 1723.
NELLER, by Heaven, and not a Master taught,
Now for two ages having fnatch'd from Fate
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie