'Red, blue, and green, nay, white and black, 'Land all about your ears. "You'd write as smooth again on glass, 'And run on ivory so glib, 'As not to stick at fool or ass, 'Nor stop at flattery or fib. 'Athenian Queen! and sober charms! 'Come, if you'll be a quiet soul, 20 25 30 32 I. On Charles Earl of Dorset, in the Church of Witham in Sussex. His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani Virg. DORSET, the grace of courts, the Muse's pride, Patron of arts, and judge of Nature, dy'd; The scourge of pride, tho' sanctify'd or great, Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state; Yet soft his nature, tho' severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. As show'd vice had his hate and pity too. 5 Bless'd satirest! who touch'd the mean so true, Bless'd Courtier! who could king and country please, 10 Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets, shine, 14 II. On Sir William Trumball, one of the principal Secretaries of State to King William III. who, having resigned his Place, died in his Retirement at Easthamstead in Berkshire, 1716. A PLEASING form, a firm yet cautious mind, from earth remov'd, At length enjoys that liberty he lov'd. 5 10 III. On the Hon. Simon Harcourt, only Son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt, at the Church of StantonHarcourt in Oxfordshire, 1720. TO this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near; Here lies the friend most lov'd, the son most dear; Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he dy'd. How vain is reason, eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak. Oh! let thy once-lov'd friend inscribe thy stone, And with a father's sorrows mix his own! 4 8 IV. On James Craggs, Esq. in Westminster-Abbey. JACOBUS CRAGGS Regi Magna Britanniæ a secretis principis pariter ac populi amor et Vixit titulus et invidia major Annos, heu paucos, xxxv. M,DCC,XX. Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov'd. |