ON SIR WILLIAM D'AVENANT. HERE lies the subject of immortal praise, GLASTONBURY, SOMERSETSHIRE. ON CAPTAIN DYER. WHOм neither sword nor gun in warr ON A FEMALE SERVANT. Aged 22 years. YE rich and great, who bribe the poet's lays, ON MRS. DEATH, COMEDIAN, LATE OF THE NORWICH COMPANY. HERE lies DEATH'S wife: when this way next tread, Be not surpris'd should DEATH himself be dead. you ON THE REV. MR. G. WHITFIELD, In his Chapel, in Tottenham Court Road. HE, like his master, was by some despis'd, Like him by many others lov'd and priz'd; But theirs shall be the everlasting crown, Not whom the world but Jesus Christ shall own. INSCRIPTION ON A TOMB-STONE, IN HERTFORDSHIRE. ADJUDG'D to bliss, the saints shall rise, "With endless burnings who can dwell?" ON MR. STRANGE. HERE lies one Strange, no Pagan, Turk, nor Jew, 'Tis Strange, but not so strange as it is true. SOMERSETSHIRE, ON A FREETHINKER AND GAMBLER. IN ST. LAWRENCE'S CHURCH-YARD, KENT. THE grave is a refining pot, 'Tis there the flesh will lose its dross, ON JOHN TAYLOR, THE WATER POET. HERE lies the water poet, honest John, ON KITTY FISHER, Who died soon after she was married. SHE wedded-to live honest ; but, when tried, Th' experiment she lik'd not-and so died. WESTON FAVELL, NEAR NORTHAMPTON. HERE lie the remains of the REV. JAMES HERVEY, A. M. Late rector of this parish, that very pious man, and much admired author, who died Dec. the 25th, 1758, in the 45th year of his age. Reader, expect no more; to make him known Vain the fond elegy and figur'd stone: A name more lasting shall his writings give, There view display'd his heavenly soul, and live. ON JOHN UNDERWOOD. АH cruel death! that dost no good, ON A DRUNKARD. BYBAX, the drunkard, while he liv'd, would say, The more I drink, the more methinks I may : But see how death hath prov'd his saying just, For he hath drunk himself as dry as dust. HORNSEY CHURCH-YARD. LOVELY in death, so on the verdant plain, Falls the fair flow'ret overcharg'd with rain ; Thus early, transient, pure as snow new driv'n, "She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heav'n." HORNSEY. ON W. COX, Who died of the small-pox. ' BERCHINTON CHURCH-YARD, IN KENT. ON AN INFANT. АH! why so soon, just as the bloom appears, ON GRAY, THE POET. YE lovers, robb'd of all your souls held dear, Ye maidens, sorrowing for your lovers true; Ye orphans, weeping o'er your father's bier, Now mourn for him, who best could mourn for you. To lull your sorrows, and to sooth your pains, |