IV.

On JAMES CRAGGS, Efq.

In Westminster-Abbey.

JACOBUS CRAGGS REGI MAGNÆ BRITANNIA A SECRETIS ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS, PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIÆ: VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV.

OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX.

Statefman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul fincere,
In Action faithful, and in Honour clear!

Who broke no Promise, ferv'd no private End,
Who gain'd no Title, and who loft no Friend,
Ennobled by Himself, by All approv'd,

Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Mufse he lov❜d.

V. In

V.

Intended for Mr. ROWE,

THY

In Westminster-Abbey.

HY reliques, RowE, to this fair Urn we
truft,

And facred, place by DRYDEN's awful duft:
Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies,
To which thy Tomb fhall guide inquiring eyes,
Feace to thy gentle fhade, and endless reft!
Bleft in thy Genius, in thy Love too bleft!
One grateful woman to thy fame fupplies
What a whole thanklefs land to his denies.

NOTES.

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VER. 3. Beneath a rude] The Tomb of Mr. Dryden. was erected upon this hint by the Duke of Buckingham; to which was originally intended this Epitaph,

This SHEFFIELD rais'd. The facred Duft below Was DRYDEN once: The rest who does not know? which the Author fince changed into the plain infcription now upon it, being only the name of that great Poet.

J. DR Y DE N.

Natus Aug. 9. 1631. Mortuus Maij 1. 1700.

JOANNES SHEFFIELD DUX BUCKINGHAMIENSIS POSUIT.

P.

Bleft with plain Reason, and with fober Senfe:
No Conquefts fhe, but o'er herself, defir'd,
No Arts effay'd, but not to be admir'd.
Paffion and Pride were to her foul unknown,
Convinc'd that Virtue only is our own.
So unaffected, fo compos'd a mind;
So firm, yet foft; fo ftrong, yet fo refin'd;
Heav'n, as its pureft gold, by Tortures try'd;
The Saint fuftain'd it, but the Woman dy'd.

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VII. On

VII.

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 Dorsetshire, 1727.

O! fair Example of untainted youth,

G

Of modest wisdom, and pacifick truth :
Compos'd in fuff'rings, and in joy fedate,
Good without noife, without pretenfion great.
Juft of thy word, in ev'ry thought fincere,
Who knew no wifh but what the world might hear :
Of softest manners, unaffected mind,

Lover of peace, and friend of human kind :
Go live! for Heaven's Eternal year is thine,
Go, and exalt thy Moral to Divine.

And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom, Penfive haft follow'd to the filent tomb,

Steer'd the fame courfe to the fame quiet fhore,
Not parted long, and now to part no more!
Go then, where only blifs fincere is known!
Go, where to love and to enjoy are one!

Yet take thefe Tears, Mortality's relief,
And till we fhare your joys, forgive our grief:
Thefe little rites, a Stone, a Verse receive;
'Tis all a Father, all a Friend can give!

VIII.

On Sir GODFREY KNELLER,

K

In Westminster-Abbey, 1723.

NELLER, by Heav'n and not` a Master taught,

Whofe Art was Nature, and whofe Pictures Thought;
Now for two ages having snatch'd from fate

Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great,
Lies crown'd with Princes honours, Poets lays, 5
Due to his Merit, and brave Thirst of praise.
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
Her works; and, dying, fears herself may die.

IMITATIONS.

VIR.7. Imitated from the famous Epitaph on Raphael Raphael, timuit, quo fofpite, vinci

Rerum

magna parens, et moriente, mori. P.

IX. On