H VI. On Mrs. CORBET, Who died of a Cancer in her Breaft. ERE refts a Woman, good without pretence, Bleft with plain Reason, and with fober Sense: 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 Dorsetshire, 1727. O! fair Example of untainted youth, Compos'd in fufferings, and in joy sedate, Go, Go, live! for Heaven's eternal year is thine, And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom, Yet take these Tears, Mortality's relief, VIII. On Sir GODFREY KNELLER, KNELLER, by Heaven and not a Master taught, Whofe Art was Nature, and whofe Pictures Now for two ages having fnatch'd from Fate Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie IX. On General HENRY WITHERS, In Westminster Abbey, 1729. HE ERE, WITHERS, reft! thou bravest, gentlest mind, For thee the hardy Veteran drops a tear, X. On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON, At Eafthamfted in Berks, 1730. THIS modeft Stone, what few vain Marbles can, May truly fay, Here lies an honeft Man: A Poet, bleft beyond the Poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept facred from the Proud and Great: Foe to loud Praise, and Friend to learned Ease, Content with Science in the Vale of Peace, Calmly Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here XI. On Mr. GA Y. In Westminster-Abbey, 1732. F Manners gentle, of Affections mild; OF In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child: With native Humour tempering virtuous Rage, Unblam'd through Life, lamented in thy End. Another. WELL then! poor Gay lies under ground, So there's an end of honeft Jack: So little juftice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back. 5 ΤΟ XII. Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON, In Weftminster-Abbey. ISAACUS NEWTONUS: Quem Immortalem Teftantur Tempus, Natura, Colum: Mortalem Hoc marmor fatetur. Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night: XIII. On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY, Bishop of Rochester. Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732. [His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after the arrived in France to see him.] DIALOGUE. SHE. ES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part! YE 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. |