VI.

On Mrs. CORBET,

Who died of a Cancer in her Breaft.

ERE refts a Woman, good without pretence,
H

Bleft with plain Reason, and with fober Sense:
No Conquests the, but o'er herfelf, defir'd,
No Arts effay'd, but not to be admir'd.
Paffion and Pride were to her Soul unknown,
Convinc'd that Virtue only is our own.
So unaffected, fo compos'd a mind;
So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet fo refin'd;
Heaven, as its pureft gold, by Tortures try'd;
The Saint fuftain'd it, but the Woman dy'd,

VII.

On the Monument of the Honourable ROBERT DIGBY, and of his Sifter MARY, erected by their Father the LORD DIGBY, in the Church of Sherborne in Dorfetfhire, 1727.

G

O! fair Example of untainted youth,

Of modeft wisdom, and pacific truth: Compos'd in fufferings, and in joy fedate, Good without noife, without pretenfion great. Juft of thy word, in every thought fincere, Who knew no wish but what the world might hear: Of fofteft manners, unaffected mind, Lover of peace, and friend of human kind:

Go,

Go, live! for Heaven's eternal year is thine,
Go, and exalt thy Moral to Divine.

And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom,
Penfive haft follow'd to the filent tomb,
Steer'd the fame courfe to the fame quiet fhore,
Not parted long, and now to part no more!
Go then, where only blifs fincere is known!
Go, where to love and to enjoy are one!

Yet take thefe Tears, Mortality's relief,
And till we share your joys, forgive our grief:
These little rites, a Stone, a Verse receive;
'Tis all a Father, all a Friend can give!

VIII.

On Sir GODFREY KNELLER,
In Westminster-Abbey, 1723.

KNELLER, by Heaven and not a Mafter taught,

Whose Art was Nature, and whose Pictures
Thought;

Now for two ages having fnatch'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 Thirft of praife.

Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
Her works; and, dying, fears herself may die.

IX.

On General HENRY WITHERS,
In Westminster Abbey, 1729.

HERE, WITHERS, reft! thou braveft, gentleft mind,
Thy Country's friend, but more of human-kind.
Oh born to Arms! O Worth in Youth approv'd!
O foft Humanity, in Age belov'd!

For thee the hardy Veteran drops a tear,

And the gay Courtier feels the figh fincere.
WITHERS, adieu! yet not with thee remove
Thy Martial spirit, or thy Social love!
Amidst Corruption, Luxury, and Rage,
Still leave fome ancient Virtues to our age:
Nor let us fay (thofe English glories gone)
The laft true Briton lies beneath this stone.

X.

On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON, At Eafthamfted in Berks, 1730.

T

HIS modest Stone, what few vain Marbles can,
May truly fay, Here lies an honest Man :

A Poet, bleft beyond the Poet's fate,

Whom Heaven kept facred from the Proud and Great: Foe to loud Praife, and Friend to learned Eafe,

Content with Science in the Vale of Peace,

Calmly

Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here
Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear;
From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfy'd,
Thank'd Heaven that he had liv’d, and that he dy’d.

OF

XI.

On Mr. GA Y.

In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.

age:

F Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit, a Man, Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour tempering virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the
Above Temptation in a low Eftate,
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A fafe Companion, and an easy Friend,
Unblam'd through Life, lamented in thy End.
These are Thy Honours! not that here thy Buft
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy duft;
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their pensive bofoms-Here lies GAY.

WE

Another.

ELL then! poor Gay lies under ground,
So there's an end of honest Jack:

So little justice here he found,

"Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.

XII.

Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON, In Weftminster-Abbey.

ISAACUS NEWTONUS:

Quem Immortalem

Teftantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum:

Mortalem

Hoc marmor fatetur.

Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night:
GOD faid, Let Newton be! and all was Light.

XIII.

On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,

Bishop of Rochefter.

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732.

[His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.]

DIALOGUE.

SHE.

YES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part!

May Heaven, dear Father! now have all thy Heart.

Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still,
Till you are duft like me.

HE.