ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ. In Westminster Abbey. JACOBUS CRAGGS, REGI MAGNE BRITANNIE 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, Who broke no promise, served no private end, Praised, wept, and honour'd, by the muse he loved. 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 Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1727. Go! fair example of untainted youth, Of softest manners, unaffected mind, And thou, bless'd maid! attendant on his doom, Pensive has 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. 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. ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS. In Westminster Abbey, 1729. HERE, Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind, For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear, ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON, At Easthamsted, Berks, 1730. THIS modest stone, what few vain marbles can, A poet, bless'd beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the proud and great. Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Calmly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; Thank'd Heaven that he had lived, and that he died. ON MR. GAY. In Westminster Abbey, 1730. Or manners gentle, of affections mild; With native humour tempering virtuous rage, And uncorrupted, e'en among the great : ANOTHER. WELL then! poor Gay lies under ground, So little justice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back. |