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For one who would not be buried in Westminster
Heroes and kings ! your distance keep; In
peace let one poor poet sleep, Who never flatter'd folks like you : Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.
Another on the same.
UNDER this marble, or under this sill, Or under this turf, or ev'n what they will, Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head, 4 Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not, a pin What they said, or may say, of the mortal within ; But who, living and dying, serene still and free, Trusts in God that as well as he was he shall be. 8
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, being the Prologue to
HORACE'S SATIRES, EPISTLES, AND ODES,