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Red, blue, and green, nay, white and black,
You'd write as smooth again on glass,
Athenian Queen! and sober charms ! * I tell ye, fool! there's nothing in't : ( 'Tis Venus, Venus gives these arms; In Dryden's Virgil see the print.
Come, if you'll be a quiet soul, "That dares tell neither truth nor lies, • I'll list you in the harmless roll Of those that sing of these poor eyes.”
Witham in Sussex.
His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani
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,
5 His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Bless'd satirest! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd vice had his hate and pity too. Bless'd Courtier! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships and his ease. 10 Bless'd Peer! his great forefathers' ev'ry grace Reflecting, and reflected in his race ; Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets, shine, And patriots still, or poets, deck the line.
On Sir William Trumball, one of the principal Se
cretaries 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,
10 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 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.
On James Craggs, Esq. in Westminster-Abbey.
et consiliis sanctioribus,
Vixit titulus et invidia major
Ob. Feb. XVI.
Statesman, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere,