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The Proud he tam'd, the Penitent he chear’d:
Nor to rebuke the rich Offender fear'd.
HisPreaching much, but more hisPradicewrought;
(A living Sermon of the Truths he taught ;)
For this by Rules severe his Life he fquar'd:
That all might see the Doctrine which they heard
For Priests, he faid, are Patterns for the rest:
(TheGold of Heav'n,who bear theGod Impress’d:)
But when the precious Çoin is kept unclean,
The Sov'raign's Image is no longer seen.
If they be foul, on whom the People trust,
Well may the baser Brass contract a Rust.
The Prelate, for his Holy Life, he priz’d;
The worldly Pomp of Prelacy defpis’d.
His Saviour came not with a gawdy Show;
Nor was his Kingdom of the World below.
Patience in Want, and Poverty of Mind, [lign’d, 2
These Marks of Church and Churchmen he de-
And living taught ; and dying left behind.
The Crown he wore was of the pointed Thorn:
In Purple he was Crucify'd, nor born.
They who contend for Place and high Degree,
Are not his Sons, but those of Zebadee.
Not, but he knew the Signs of Earthly Pow'r Might well become Saint Peter's Successor: WIL The Holy Father holds a double Reign, [plain. ght)
The Prince may keep his Pomp; the Fisher must be bard:
Such was the Saint; who shone with everyGrace, Reflecting, Mofes-like, his Maker's Face.
God saw his Image lively was express’d; Impre And his own Work, as in Creation, bless'd. acleu
The Tempter saw him too, with envious Eye; 21. And, as on Job, demanded leave to try. ruft, He took the time when Richard was depos’d: Rult And High and Low with happy Harry clos'd. prizd ThisPrince, tho’greatin Arms, the Priest withstood: I. Near tho' he was, yet not the next of Blood. how; Had Richard,unconftrain’d, resign'd the Throne; elow. A King can give no more than is his own: The Title stood entail'd, had Richard had a Son.
Conquest, an odious Name, was laid aside,
Where all submitted ; none the Battel try'd. ed TH The senseless Plea of Right by Providence,
Was, by a flatt'ring Priest, invented since: Degten
And lasts no longer than the present Sway;
But justifies the next who comes in play.
The People's Right remains ; let those who dare
Dispute their Pow'r, when they the Judges are.
He join'd not in their Choice; because he knew
Worse might, and often did, from Change ensue.
Much to himself he thought; but little spoke:
And, Undepriv’d, his Benefice forfook.
Now, through the Land, his Cure of Souls he
And like a Primitive Apostle preach’d. [stretch’d:
Still Chearful; ever Constant to his Call;
By many follow'd; Loy'd by most, Admir'd by all
With what he beg'd, his Brethren he reliev'd;
And gave the Charities himself receiv'd.
Gave, while he Taught; and Edify'd the more;
Because he shew'd, by Proof, 'twas easie to bePoor.
He went not, with the Crowdto see a Shrine;
But fed us by the way, with Food divine.
In deference to his Virtues, I forbear
To shew you, what the rest in Orders were:
This Brillant is fo Spotless, and so Bright,
He needs no Foyl: But shines by his own proper
Wbo dy'd at BATH, and is there Interr'd,
Elow this Marble Monument, is laid
All that Heav'n wants of this Cele-
[consign'd. Preserve, O sacred Tomb, thy Trust 25
The Mold was made on purpose for the Mind:
And she wou'd lose, if at the latter Day
One Atom cou'd be mix’d, of other Clay.
21 Such were the Features of her Heav'nly Face,
Her Limbs were form’d with such harmonious
So faultless was the Frame, as if the Whole
Had been an Emanation of the Soul
Which her own inward Symmetry reveald;
And like a Picture shone, in Glass Anneal'd.
Or like the Sun eclips'd, with shaded Light:
Too piercing, else, to be sustain’d by Sight.
Each Thought was visible that rowld within:
As through a Crystal Case, the figur'd Hours are
And Heav'n did this transparent Veil provide,
Because she had no guilty Thought to hide.
All white, a Virgin-Saint, fhe sought the Skies:
For Marriage, tho'it sullies not, ir dyes.
High tho’her Wit, yet Humble was her Mind;
As if she cou'd not, or she wou'd not find
How much her Worth transcended all her Kind.
Yet she had learn'd so much of Heav'n below,
That when arriv'd, the fcarce had more to know:
But only to refresh the former Hint;
And read her Maker in a fairer Print.
So Pious, as she had no Time to spare
For human Thoughts, but was confin'd to Pray’r.