"Secure the radiant weapons wield; "This steel shall stab it to the heart." Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell, "What well? what weapon?" Flavia cries, "I gave it you to write again. "But, Friend! take heed whom you attack; "You'll bring a House (I mean of Peers) "Red, blue, and green, nay, white and black, "L--- and all about your ears. "You'd write as smooth again on glass, "And run on ivory so glib, "As not to stick at fool or ass, "Nor stop at flattery or fib. "Athenian Queen! and sober charms! "Of those that sing of these poor eyes." EPITAPHS I. On Charles Earl of Dorset, in the church of Withyam, in Sussex. His saltem accumulem donis, et fun ar mani VIRG. DORSET, the grace of court's, the Muse's pride, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. 10 Bless'd Courtier! who could king and country please, Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets, shine, 14 II. On Sir William Frumball, one of the principal Secretaries of State to King William III. who, baving resigned bis place, died in his retirement at Easthamstead, in Berkslire, 1716. A PLEASING form, a firm, yet cautious mind, A gen'rous faith, from superstition free, Such this man was, who now, from earth remov'd, 5 10 III. On the Hon. Simon Harcourt, only son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt, at the church of Stanton-Harcourt, in Orfordshire, 1720. To this sad shrine, who'er thou art, diaw near; How vain is reason, eloquence how weak! IV. On James Craggs, Esq. in Westminster Abbey. JACOBUS CRAGGS. REGI MAGNE BRITANNIE A SECRETIS PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIE: VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU TAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XVI. M.DCC.XX. Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov'd. V. Intended for Mr. Rowe, in Westminster Abbey. THY reliques, Rowe! to this fair urn we trust, X Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! VI. On Mrs. Corbet, who died of a cancer in her breast. HERE ERE rests a woman, good without pretence, Bless'd with plain reason and with sober sense: No conquest she but o'er herself desir'd, No arts essay'd but not to be admir'd. Passion and pride were to her soul unknown, 5 5 VII. On the Monument of the Hon. Robert Digby, and of his sister Mary, erected by their fa:ber the Lord Digby, in the church of Sherborne, in Dorsetshire, 1727. Go! fair example of untainted youth, Who knew no wish but what the world might hear: |