So, in the grave, fhall we as quiet lie;
Mifs'd by fome few that lov'd our company.
But, fome fo like to thorns, and nettles, live,
That none for them can, when they perish, grieve.
Some Verfes of an imperfect Copy, defign'd for a Friend, on his Tranflation of OVID'S FASTI.
ROME's holy days you tell, as if a guest
With the old ROMANS you were wont to feast.
NUMA's religion, by themselves believ'd,
Excels the true, only in fhew receiv'd.
They made the nations round about them bow,
With their Dictators taken from the plow:
Such pow'r has juftice, faith, and honesty!
The world was conquer'd by morality.
Seeming devotion does but gild a knave,
That's neither faithful, honeft, juft, nor brave :
But, where religion does with virtue join,
It makes a Hero like an Angel shine.
On the STATUE of King CHARLES the First, at CHARING-CROSS.
HAT the Firft CHARLES does here in triumph
See his Son reign, where he a Martyr dy'd;
And people pay that reverence, as they pafs,
(Which then he wanted!) to the facred brass;
Is not th' effect of gratitude alone,
To which we owe the statue, and the stone.
But, heav'n this lafting monument has wrought,
That mortals may eternally be taught,
Rebellion, though fuccessful, is but vain ;
And Kings fo kill'd rife conquerors again,
This truth the royal image does proclaim,
Loud as the trumpet of furviving FAME.
OT the brave * MACEDONIAN Youth alone;
But bafe CALIGULA, when on the throne,
Boundless in pow'r, would make himself a God;
As if the world depended on his nod.
The SYRIAN King to beasts was headlong thrown,
E'er to himself he could be mortal known.
The meanest wretch, if heav'n fhould give him line,
Would never ftop, 'till he were thought divine,
All might within difcern the ferpent's pride,
If from ourselves nothing ourselves did hide.
Let the proud peacock his gay feathers spread,
And woo the female to his painted bed:
Let winds, and feas, together rage, and swell:
This, nature teaches; and becomes them well.
Pride was not made for men: a confcious fenfe
Of guilt, and folly, and their confequence,
Deftroys the claim: and to beholders tells,
Here nothing, but the shape of manhood, dwells.
EPITAPH on Sir GEORGE SPEKE.
NDER this stone lies virtue, youth,
Juft unto all relations known,
A worthy patriot, pious fon:
Whom neighb'ring towns so often sent,
To give their fenfe in Parliament;
With lives, and fortunes, trufting one,
Who fo difcreetly us'd his own.
Sober he was, wife, temperate ;
Contented with an old eftate,
* ALEXANDER. Eccluf, x. 18.
Which no foul avarice did increase,
Nor wanton luxury make lefs.
While yet but young, his father dy'd,
And left him to an happy guide:
Not LEMUEL's mother with more care
Did counsel, or inftruct, her heir;
Or teach with more fuccefs her fon
The vices of the time to fhun.
An heiress she; while yet alive,
All that was hers to him did give:
And he juft gratitude did fhow
To one that had oblig'd him fo :
Nothing too much for her he thought,
By whom he was so bred and taught,
So (early made that path to tread,
Which did his youth to honour lead)
His short life did a pattern give,
How neighbours, husbands, friends should live.
The virtues of a private life
Exceed the glorious noise, and strife,
Of battles won: in those we find
The folid int'rest of mankind.
Approv'd by all, and lov'd fo well,
Tho' young, like fruit that's ripe, he fell.
EPITAPH on Colonel CHARLES
ERE lies CHARLES CA'NDISH: let the marble stone,
That hides his afhes, make his virtue known.
Beauty, and valor, did his fhort life grace;
The grief, and glory, of his noble race!
Early abroad he did the world furvey,
As if he knew he had not long to stay:
Saw what great ALEXANDER in the east,
And mighty JULIUS conquer'd in the west.
Then, with a mind as great as theirs, he came
To find at home occafion for his fame :
Where dark confufion did the nations hide;
And where the jufter, was the weaker, fide.
Two loyal brothers took their Sov'reign's part,
Employ'd their wealth, their courage, and their art:
The elder did whole Regiments afford;
The younger brought his conduct, and his sword.
Born to command, a Leader he begun,
And on the rebels lafting honour won :
The Horse, inftructed by their Gen'ral's worth,
Still made the King victorious in the north:
Where CA'NDISH fought, the Royalists prevail'd;
Neither his courage, nor his judgment, fail'd:
The current of his vict'ries found no ftop,
Till CROMWELL came, his party's chiefeft prop.
Fqual fuccefs had fet these champions high,
And both refolv'd to conquer, or to die :
Virtue with rage, fury with valor, strove;
But, that must fall which is decreed above!
CROMWELL, with odds of number, and of Fate,
Remov'd this bulwark of the Church, and State:
Which the fad iffue of the war declar'd,
And made his task, to ruin both, lefs hard.
So, when the bank neglected is o'erthrown,
The boundless torrent does the country drown.
Thus fell the young, the lovely, and the brave;
Strew bays, and flowers, on his honor'd grave!
EPITAPH on the Lady SEDLEY.
ERE lies the learned SAVIL's heir;
So early wife, and lasting fair!
That none, except her years they told,
Thought her a child, or thought her old.
All that her father knew, or got,
His art, his wealth, fell to her lot:
And the fo well improv'd that stock,
Both of his knowledge, and bis flock;
That, Wit and Fortune, reconcil'd
In her, upon each other fmil'd.
* WILLIAM Earl of Devonshire,
While fhe, to ev'ry well-taught mind,
Was fo propitiously inclin'd,
And gave fuch title to her store,
That none, but th' ignorant, were poor.
The MUSES daily found fupplies,
Both from her hands, and from her eyes,
Her bounty did at once engage,
And matchlefs beauty warm their rage.
Such was this dame in calmer days,
Her nation's ornament, and praise !
But, when a storm disturb'd our rest,
The port, and refuge, of th' oppreft.
This made her fortune understood.
And look'd on as fome public good,
So that (her person, and her state,
Exempted from the common fate)
In all our civil fury the
Stood, like a facred temple, free.
May here her monument stand so,
To credit this rude age! and show
To future times, that even we
Some patterns did of virtue fee:
And one fublime example had
of good, among fo many bad.
EPITAPH to be written under the LATIN Infcription upon the Tomb of the only Son of the Lord ANDOVER.
"TIS fit the ENGLISH reader should be told,
In our own language, what this tomb does hold.
'Tis not a noble corps alone does lie
Under this stone, but a whole family:
His parents' pious care, their name, their joy,
And all their hope, lies bury'd with this boy :
This lovely youth! for whom we all made moan,
That knew his worth, as he had been our own.
Had their been space, and years enough allow'd,
His courage, wit, and breeding, to have show'd,
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