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Just of thy word, in every thought sincere,
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 for 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 minds Thy country's friend, but more of human-kind. O born to arms ! O worth in youth approved ! O soft humanity, in age beloved !
For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear,
Withers, adieu! yet not with thee remove
ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON,
Al Easthamstead, in Berks, 1730.
ON MR. GAY,
In Westminster Abbey, 1730.
WELL then! poor Gay lies under ground,
So there's an end of honest Jack:
'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.
INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON,
In Westminster Abbey.
Hoc Marmor Fatetur.
ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,
BISHOP OF ROCHESTER,
Who died in Exile in Paris, 1732. His only daughter having expired in his arms, immo diately after she arrived in France to see him.]
DIALOGUE. She. Yes, we have lived-one pang, and then we part; May Heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart. Yet, ah! how once we loved, remember still, Till you are dust like me.
He. Dear shade! I will: Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless ghost ! O more than fortune, friends, or country lost! Is there on earth one care, one wish beside ? Yes—Save my country, Heaven,'-He said, and died
ON EDMUND DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
Who died in the 19th year of his age, 1735.
FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
ANOTHER, ON THE SAME. UNDER this marble or under this sill, Or under this turf, or e'en what they will ; Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head; Lies one who ne'er cared, 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.
LORD CONINGSBY'S EPITAPH.
ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT.
Perhaps by Mr Pope.2
1 This Epitaph, originally written on Picus Mirandula, is applied to F. Chartres, and printed among the works of Swift. See Hawkesworth's edition, vol. vi.-S.
2 Mr. Pope, in one of the prints from Scheemaker's inonument of Shakspeare in Westminster Abbey, has sufficiently shown his contempt of Alderman Barber, by the following couplet, which is substituted in the place of “The cloud.capt towers,' &c.
• Thus Britain loved me; and preserved my fame, Clear from a Barber's or a Benson's name.'-A. POPE
Pope might probably have suppressed his satire on the alderman, because he was one of Swift's acquaintances and correspondents; though in the fourth book of the Dunciad he has an anonymous stroke at him:
So by each bard an alderman shall sit,