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On Mrs. CORBET,
Who died of a Cancer in her Breaft.
ERE rests a Woman, good without pretence,
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.
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, live! for Heaven's eternal year is thine,
And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom,
Yet take these Tears, Mortality's relief,
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
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 sincere. 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 (those English glories gone) The laft true Briton lies beneath this ftone.
On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON, At Eafthamfted in Berks, 1730.
THIS modeft 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:
Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here
On Mr. G A Y.
In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.
F Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
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.
Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON, In Weftminster-Abbey.
Testantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum:
Hoc marmor fatetur.
Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night:
On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY, Bishop of Rochester.
Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732.
[His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.]
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.