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With added years, if Life bring nothing new,
But like a Sieve let every blessing thro',
Some joy ftill loft, as each vain year runs o’er,
And all we gain, some sad reflection more ;
Is that a Birth-Day? 'tis alas ! too clear,
'Tis but the Fun'ral of the former year.

Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,
Calm every thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face,
Let day improve on day, and year on year,
Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear;
Till Death unfelt that tender frame destroy,
In some soft dream, or Ecstacy of joy,
Peaceful sleep out the Sabbath of the Tomb,
And wake to Raptures in a Life to come,

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To Mr. THOMAS SOUTHERN,

on his Birth-Day, 1742. RESIGN'D to live, prepard to die,

With not one fin, but poetry,
This day Tom's fair Account has run
(Without a blot) to eighty-one,
Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays

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A table *, with a cloth of bays;
And Ireland, mother of sweet fingers,
Presents her harp still to his fingers,
The feast, his tow'ring genius marks
In yonder wild goose and the larks !

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• He was invited to dine on his birth-day with this Nobleman, who had prepared for him the entertainment of which the bill of fare is here set down.

+ The harp is generally wove on the Irish Linen ; such as Table-cloths,

etc.

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The mushrooms shew his wit was sudden !
And for his judgment, lo a pudden!
Roast beef, tho' old, proclaims him stout,
And grace, altho' a bard, devout.
May Tom, whom Heav'n sent down to raise
The price of prologues and of plays*,
Be ev'ry birth-day more a winner,
Digest his thirty-thousandth dinner;
Walk to his grave without reproach,
And scorn a rascal and a coach.

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This alludes to a story Mr. Southern told of Dryden, about the same time, to Mr. P. and Mr, W. When Southern first wrote for the stage, Dryden was so famous for his Frologues, that the players would act nothing without that decoration. His usual price till then had been four guincas : But when Southern came to him for the Prologue he had bespoke, Dryden told him he must have lix guineas for it ; “ which (faid he) young man, “ is out of no disrespect to you; but the players have had my goods too “ cheap."-We now look upon these Prologues with the same admiration that the Virtuosi do on the Apothecaries pots painted by Raphael.

VOL. III.

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EPITAPHS.

Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η S *.

His faltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani
Munere !

VIRG.

I.

On CHARLES Earl of DORSET,

In the Church of WITHYAM in Sussex.

DORSET, the Grace of Courts, the Muse's Pride;

Patron of Arts, and judge of Nature, dy’d.
The scourge of Pride, tho'sanctified or great,
Of Fops in Learning, and of Knaves in State :

* These little compositions far exceed any thing we have of the same kind from o:her hands ; yet, if we except the Epitaph on the young Duke of Buckingbam, and perhaps one or two more, they are not of equal force with the rest of our Author's writings. The nature of the Composition itself is deliCate ; and generally it was a task imposed on him ; though he rarely complied with requests of this nature, as we may see by the small number of these poems, but where the subject was worthy of his pen.

For random praise tbe Work would ne'er be done:
Each Mother asks it for ber booby Son:
Each Widow asks it for the best of Men;

For bim she weeps, for bim lhe weds again. Yet when these elegiac movements came freely from the heart, he mourns in such strains as shew he was equally a master of this kind of Composition with

every other he undertook, as the following lines in the Efistle to Jervas may witness; which would have made the finest Epitaph in the world :

Call round her Tomb each object of desire,
Each purer frame inform’d with purer fire :
Bid her be all that chcars or softens life,
The tender sister, daughter, friend, and wife :
Bid her be all that makes mankind adore;
Then view this marble, and be vain no more.

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Yet soft his Nature, tho' severe his Lay,
His Anger moral, and his Wisdom gay.
Bleft Sat'rift! who touch'd the Mean so true,
As show'd, Vice had his hate and pity too.
Blest Courtier! who could King and Country please,
Yet sacred keep his Friendthips, and his Ease.
Blest Peer! his great Forefathers ev'ry grace
Reflecting, and reflected in his Race;
Where other BUCKHURSTS, other DORSETS shine,
And Patrons ftill, or Poets, deck the Line.

II.

On Sir WILLIAM TRUMBAL, One of the principal Secretaries of State to King Wil

LIAM III. who, having resigned his place, died in his Retirement at Easthamfted, in Berkshire, 1716.

A Pleasing Form; a firm, yet cautious Mind;

Sincere, tho' prudent; conftant, yet resign'd:
Honour-unchang'd, a Principle profest,
Fix'd to one side, but mod'rate to the rest :
An honest Courtier, yet a Patriot too;
Just to his Prince, and to his Country true :
Fillid with the Sense of Age, the Fire of Youth,
A Scorn of wrangling, yet a Zeal for Truth;
A gen'rous Faith, from Superstition free;
A love to Peace, and hate of Tyranny;
Such this Man was; who now, from Earth remov’d,
At length enjoys that Liberty he loy’d,

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IlI.

On the Hon. SIMON HARCOURT,

Only Son of the Lord Chancellor HARCOURT, at the

Church of Stanton-Harcourt in Oxfordshire, 1720.

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O this sad shrine, whoc'er thou art! draw near,

Here lies the Friend most lov’d, the Son most dear :
Who ne'er knew Joy, but Friendship might divide,
Or gave his Father Grief but when he dy’d.

How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak!
If Pope must tell what HARCOURT cannot speak,
Oh let thy once-lov’d Friend inscribe thy Stone,
And, with a Father's sorrows, mix his own !

IV.

On

A MES CRA G GS, Efq;

In WESTMINSTER-ABBEY,

JACOBUS CRAGGS
REGI MAGNÆ BRITANNIÆ 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.

Statesman, yet Friend to Truth ! of Soul sincere,
In Action faithful, and in Honour clear !
Who broke no Promise, serv'd no private End,
Who gain'd no Title, and who lost no Friend,
Ennobled by Himself, by All approv’d,
Prais?d, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov'd.

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