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His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani munere !
ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,
In the Church of Withyam, in Sussex. 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. . Bless'd satirist! 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. Bless’d peer! his great forefathers' every grace Reflecting, and reflected in his race; Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets shine,
nd patrons still, or poets, deck the line.
ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBULL,
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;
Pix'd to one side, but moderate to the rest :
ON THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT,
Only Son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt, at the Church of Stan
ton-Harcourt, in Oxfordshire, 1720.
To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near;
How vain is reason, eloquence how weak!
ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.
In Westminster Abbey.
REGI MAGNÆ BRITANNIÆ A SECRETIS
ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS,
PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET
VIXIT, TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR,
ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV.
OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX.
STATESMAN, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE,
In Westminster Abbey.
Thy reliques, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust,
One grateful woman to thy fame supplies
ON MRS. CORBET,
Who died of a Cancer in her Breast.
Here rests a woman, good without pretence,
ON THE MONUMENT OF THE
HONOURABLE ROBERT DIGBY,
AND OF HIS SISTER MARY,
Erected by their Father, the Lord Digby, in the Church of Sher
borne, in Dorsetshire, 1727.
Go! fair example of untainted youth,
Of softest manners, unaffected mind,
And thou, bless'd maid ! attendant on his doom,
Yet, take these tears, mortality's relief,
ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER.
In Westminster Abbey, 1723.
KNELLER, by Heaven, and not a master, taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now from two ages having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with princes' honours, poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.
Living, great nature fear'd he might outvie Her works; and, dying, fears herself may die.