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On Mr. Elijah Fenton, at Easthamsted, in Berks,
This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say,
“ Here lies an honest man ;" A poet bless'd beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heav'n kept sacred from the proud and great; Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From Nature's temp’rate feast rose satisfy'd, 9 Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv’d, and that he dy'd.
On Mr. Gay in Westminster-Abbey, 1732.
OF manners gentle, of affections mild ;
Intended for Sir Isaac Newton, in Westminster
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night;
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.]
Yes, we have liv'd-One pang, and then we part ! May Heav'n, 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: 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, Heav'n—He said, and dy'd. 10
On Edmund Duke of Buckingham, who died in the
nineteenth year of his age, 1735.
IF modest youth, with cool reflection crown'd,