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His saltem aecumulem donis, et fungar inani
ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,
In the Church of Withyam, in Susser.
DORSET, the grace of courts, the muses' pride,
Patron of arts, and judge of nature, died. The scourge of pride, though sanctified or great, Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state : Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer! his great forefathers' every grace Reflecting, and reflected in his race; Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets shine, And patrons still, or poets, deck the line.
ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBALL, One of the principal Secretaries of State to King
William the Third, who, having resigned his Place, died in his Retirement at Easthamsted,
in Berkshire, 1716. A PLEASING form; a firm, yet cautious mind;
Sincere, though prudent; constant, yet resign'd; Honour unchang'd, a principle profest, Fix'd to one side, but mod'rate to the rest : An honest courtier, yet a patriot too ; Just 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 gen'rous faith, from superstition free; A love to peace, and hate of tyranny: Such this mau 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 Stanton-Harcourt, in Oxford. shire, 1720.
this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near ;
Here lies the friend most lov'd, the son most dear;
How vain is reason, eloquence how weak!
ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.
In Westminster Abbey.
JACOBUS CRAGGS, REGI MAGNÆ BRITANNIÆ A SECRETIS
ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS, PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET
OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX.
INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE,
In Westminster Abbey.
THY reliques, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust,
And, sacred, place by Dryden's awful dust:
ON MRS. CORBET,
ERE rests a woman, good without pretence,
Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense: No conquests she, but o'er herself, desir'd, No arts essay'd, but not to be admir'd. Passion and pride were to her soul unknown, Convinc'd that virtue only is our own. So unaffected, so compos'd a mind; So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so refiu'd ; Heaven, as its purest gold, by tortures tried; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
ON THE MONUMENT OF THE HONOURABLE ROBERT DIGBY,
AND OF HIS SISTER MARY, Erected by their Father, the Lord Digby, in the
Church of Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1727. 10! fair example of uptainted youth,
Of modest wisdom, and pacific truth;r.
Lover of peace, and friend of human kind :
And thou, blest maid! attendant on his doom, Pensive hast follow'd to the silent tomb,
Steer'd the same course to the same quiet shore,
Yet take these tears, mortality's relief,
ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
In Westminster Abbey, 1723.
NELLER, by heaven, and not a master, taught, K
Whose art was nature, and whose pictures
Living, great nature fear'd he might outvie
ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS,
In Westminster Abbey, 1729..
HERE, Withers, rést: thou bravést, gentlest mind,
Thy country's friend, but more of human kind. O born to arms! O worth in youth approv'd! O soft humanity, in age belov'd! For thee the hardy vet'ran drops a tear, And the gay courtier feels the sigh sincere.
Withers, adieu! yet not with thee remove Thy martial spirit, or thy social love!