III.

Then various elements against thee join'd,
In one more various animal combin'd,

And fram'd the clam'rous race of busy human-kind.
IV.

The tongue mov'd gently firft, and speech was low, Till wrangling fcience taught it noife and fhow, And wicked wit arofe, thy moft abufive foe.

V.

But rebel wit deferts thee oft' in vain;

Loft in the maze of words he turns again,

And feeks a furer flate, and courts thy gentler reign.
VI.

Afflicted fenfe thou kindly doft set free,
Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny,

And routed reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.

VII.

With thee in private modeft dulnefs lies,

And in thy bofom lurks in thought's disguife;

Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife!

VIII.

Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;

Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,

And 'tis in thee at last that wisdom feeks for reft.

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IX.

Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name The only honour of the wishing dame;

Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame:

X.

But cou'dft thou feize fome tongues that now are free,

How Church and ftate wou'd be oblig'd to thee? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome would't

thou be?

XI.

Yet fpeech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's caufe; Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noify.

laws.

XII.

Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What fav'rites gain, and what th' Exchequer owes Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repofe. XIII.

The country wit, religion of the town,

The countier's learning, policy o'th' gown,

Are beft by thee exprefs'd, and fhine in thee alone,

XIV.

The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophifty, Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All reft in peace at laft, and fleep eternally.

EPITAPH

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Pleafing form, a firm, yet cautious mind, Sincere, tho' prudent; conftant, yet refign'd;

Honour unchang'd, a principle profeft,

Fixt to one fide, but mod'rate to the reft;
An honest courtier, and a patriot too,
Juft to his Prince, and to his country true;
Fill'd with the fenfe of age, the fire of youth;
A fcorn of wrangling, yet a zeal for truth;

A gen'rous faith, from fuperftition free,

A love to peace, and hate of tyranny;

Such this man was; who now, from earth removid, At length enjoys that liberty he lov'd.

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O wake the foul by tender ftrokes of art,

To raife the genius, and to mend the heart;

To make mankind, in confcious virtue bold,

Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold:
For this the Tragic Mufe first trod the ftage,
Commanding tears to stream thro' ev'ry age;
Tyrants no more their favage nature kept,
And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.

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