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MUSE, 'tis enough : at length thy labour

And thou fhalt live, for Buckingham commends.
,Lct Crowds of Critics now my verfe aflail,
Let Dennis write, and namelefs numbers rail :
This more than pays whole years of thanklefs pain,
Time, health, and fortune are not loft in vain.
Sheffield approves, confenting Phoebus bends,
And I and Malice from this hour are friends.




By Mr. POP E,

To a Play for Mr. DENNIS'S Benefit, in
J 733 when he was old, blind, and in
great Diflrefs, a little before his Deatji.

AS when that Hero, who in each Campaign,
Had brav'd the Gotb^ and many a Vandal flain,
Lay Fortune -ftruck, a fpe&acle ef Woe !
Wept by each Friend, forgiv'n by ev'ry Foe :
Was there a gcn'rous, a rcfle&ing mind, 5

But pitied BELISARIUS old and blind ?
Was there a Chief but melted a,t the fight ?
A common Soldier, who but clubb'd his Mite ?


VER. 6. But pit'ed Belifarius, etc.'] Nothing could be
more happily imagined than this allufion, or finclier con-
ducted. And the continued pleafanrry fo delicately touch-
ed, that it took nothing from the fclf-fatisfaction the Cri-
tic, ^h" heard it, had in his merit, or the Audience in
their charity. With fo maitcrly a hand has the Poet pro-
IJccuted, in this benevolent irony, that end which he lup-
pofed Dennis himfcif, had he the wit to fee, would have
the ingenuity to approve :

'This JreaJtJ Safrifl, Dtnniinvilleoiifrfs,
Foe/o bit pride, but Friend to /is Diftrejs.
VER. 7 H'fit (her.- a chief, etc.} The fine figure of
the Commander in thru capital Picture of Belifarius at
, fupplicd the Poet with tliis Beautiful idea.

E 4 Such,

Such, fuch emotions fhould in Britons rife, 9

When prefs'd by want and weaknefs DENNIS lies - t
Dennis, who long had warr'd with modern Huns y
Their Quibbles routed, and dcfy'd their Puns ;
A dcfp'rate Bulwark, fturdy, firm, and fierce
Againft the Gothic Sons of frozen vcrfe : 14

How chang'd from him who made the boxes groan,
And fhook the ftage with Thunders all his own !
Stood up to dufh each vain PRETENDER'S hope,
Maul the French Tyrant, or pull down the POPE !
If there's a Briton then, true bred and born, 1 9
Who holds Dragoons and wooden fhoes in fcorn i
If there's a Critic of d?ftingui{h'd rage ;
If there's a Senior, who contemns this age ;
Let him tonight hisjuft afiiitance lend,
And be the Critic's, Briton'*, Old Man 's Friend,


VER. 12. Tkflr Quibbles routed and defy V their Puns ;}
See Dttnciatl, Note on v. 63. B. I.

VER. 13. A defy" rate Bulwark, etc] See Dune. Note
on v. 268. B. II.

VER. 1 6. AnJJkook the Stage with Thunders ail Us
own '] See Du>:c. Note on v. 226. E. II.

VKR. 17. Stocd uptodajh, etc.] See Dune. Note on
v. 173, B. III.

VER. 18. Maultfa Trend 'Tyrant ] See Dune. Not<i
on v. 413. B. II.

Ibid, or pull dovm tie POPE !] Sec Dune. Note on v.
63. B I.

VER. 21. If thris a critic of dif.ln^nlj^d r*
$ee Dune Note: on v. 106. B. I.

M A C E R :

( 57 )

M A C E R:



WH EN fimplc Maifr, now of high renown,
Firft fought -4 Poet's Fortune in the Town,
'Twas all th' Ambition his high foul could feel,
To wear red ftockings, and to dine with Steel.
Some End* of verfe his betters might afford, 5
And gave the harmlefs fellow a good word.
Set up with thefe, he vcntur'd on the Town,
And wijh a borrow'd Play, out-did poor Crown.
There he ftop'd fliort, nor fmcc has writ a tittle,
Kut has the wit to make the molt of little : 10

Like ftunted hide-bound Trees, that juft have got
Sufficient fap at once to bear and rot.
Now he begs Verfe, and what he gets commends,
Not of the Wits his foes, but Fools his friends, i^
So fomecoarfe Country Wench, almoft decay'd,
Tiudges to town, and firft turns Chambermaid.
Aukward and fupple, each devoir to pay ;
She flatters her good Lady twice a day j
Thought wondrous honeft, tho' of mean degree,
And ftrangcly lik'd for her Simplicity : 20

In a tranflated Suit, then tries the Town,
With borrow'd Pins, and Patches not her own,
Bu: juft endurM the winter fhe began,
And in four months a batter'd Harridan. 24

Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and flirunk,
To b.iwd for others and go (hares with Punk.



AUTHOR of the celebrated WORM-

HO W much, egregious Moorc^ are we
Deceiv'd by {hews and forms !
Whate'er we think, whate'er we fee,
All Humankind are Worms.

Man is a very Worm by birth,

Vile, Reptile, weak, and vain !
A while he crawls upon the earth,

Then {brinks to earth again.

That Woman is a Worm, we find

E're fince our Grandame's evil ;
She firft convers'd with her own kind,

That ancient Worm, the Devil.

The Learn'd themfelves we Book-worms name,

The Blockhead is a Slow-worm ;
The Nymph whofe tail is all on flame,

Is aptly term'd a Glow-worm :

The Fops are painted Butterflies,

That flutter for a day ;
Firft from a Worm they take their rife,

And in a Worm decay.



The Flatterer an Earwig grows j

Thus Worms luit all conditions ;
Mifcrs are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus,

And Death-watches Phyficians.

That Statefmen have the Worm, is feen,

By all their winding play ;
Their Confcience is a Worm within,

That gnaws them night and day.

Ah Moore ! thy fkill were well employ'd,

And greater gain would rife,
If thou could 'ft make the Courtier void

The Worm that never dies !

O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane^

Who fett'ft our entrails free ?
Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain,

Since Worms {hall eat ev'n thee*

Our Fate thou only can'ft adjourn

Some few fhort years, no more !
Ev'n Button's Wits to Worms ftiall turn,

Who Maggots were before.


( 60 )
SONG, by a Perfon of Quality.

Written in the Year 1733.


FLutt'ring fpread thy purple Pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart i
J a Slave in my Dominions -,

muft give Way to Ait.


Mild Arcadians ^ ever blooming,

Nightly nodding o'er your Flocks,
See my weary Days confuming,

All beneath yon flow'ry Rocks.

Thus the Cyprian Goddefs weeping,

Moum'd Adonis, darling Youth :
Him the Boar in Silence creeping,

Gor'd with unrelenting Tooth,


Cynthia, tune harmonious Number* ;

Fair Difcre'.ian* ftring the Lyre ;
$ooth my erer-waking Slumbers :

Bright Apttoy lend thy Choir.

V. Gloomy



Gloomy Pluto y King of Terrors,

Arm'd in adamantine Chains,
Lead me to the Cryftal Mirrors,

Wat'ring foft Elyfian lains.


Mournful Cyprcfs, verdant Willow,

Gilding mydurelia's Brows,
Morpheus hov'ring o'er my Pillow,

Hear me pay my dying Vows.

Melancholy fmooth Mteander^

Swiftly purling in a Round,
On the Margin Lovers wander,

With thy flow'ry Chaplets crown'd.


Thus when Philomela drooping,

Softly fceks her filent Mate,
See the Bird Qfjuno flopping ;

Melody refigus to Fate.

( 62 )

On a certain LADY at COURT,

I Know the thing that's moft uncommon ;
(Envy be filent, and attend !)
I know a reafonable Woman,

Handfome and witty, yet a Friend.

Not warp'd by Paflion, aw'd by Rumour,
Not grave thro' Pride, or gay thro' Folly,

An equal mixture of good Humour,
And fenfible foft Melancholy.

*< Has (he no faults then (Envy fays) Sir ?"
Yes, (he has one, I muft aver ;

When all the World confpires to praife her,
The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.

On his GROTTO at Twickenham,


Marbles, Spars, Gcmms, Ores, and

THOU who fhalt flop, where Tljamcs' tranfltt-
ccnt wave

Shines a broad Mirror thro' the fhadowy Cave ;
Where ling'ring drops from min'ral Roofs diltill,
And pointed Cryftals break the fparkling Rill,
Unpolifh'd Gemms no ray on Pride beftow, 5

And latent Metals innocently glow :

After v. 6. in the MS.

You fee that Ifland's wealth, where, only free,
Karth to her entrails feels not Tyranny.
i . e. Britain is the only place on the globe which feels not
..ny even to its very entrails Alluding to the con-
demnation of Criminals to the Mines, one of the inflic-
tions of civil^mice in molt Countries. 7 he thought
xcecding natural and proper in this place, where
the Poet was defcribing a Grotto incrulted and adorned
with all forts of Minerals collected by the means of com*
mcrce from the four quarters of the Globe.


On hi ; Grotto.} The improving and finishing his Grott
was the favourite amufement of his declining Years ; and
the beauty of his poetic genius, in che dilpofition and
ornaments of this romantic reccfs, appears to as much
a., vantage as in his belt contrived i'oeir.s.


Approach. Great NATURE ftudioufly behold !
And eye the Mine without a with for Gold.
Approach : But awful ! Lo ! th' Algerian Grott, 9
Where, nobly penfive, ST. JOHN fate and thought j
Where Britijh fighs from dying WYNDHAM ftole,
And the bright flame was fhot thro' MARCHMONT'S


Let fuch, fuch only, tread this facred Floor,
Who dare to love their Country, and be poor.


VER. ii. U'here Bi-iihJj fybs from dying Wyndhaft
Jlcle,] inhis MS. it was thus,'

To Wyndham's breaft. the patriot paffions ftole,
which made th* \vhole allude to a certain Anecdote of
not rrruch confequsnce to any but the parties concerned.

NOT E s.

VER.. 9. Algerian Grott,] Alluding to Numa's pro-
jectinghis fyftem of Politics in this Grott, affifted, as he
gave out, bythegoddcA


Mrs. M. B. on her BIRTH-DAY,

OH be thou blcft with all that Heav'ncan fend,
Long Health, long Youth, longPleafurc, and

a Friend :

Not with thole Toys the female world admire,
Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire.
With added years, if Life bring nothing new, 5
But like a Sieve let ev'ry blcfling thro',
Some joy frill loft, as each vain year runs o'er,
And all we gain, fome fad Reflection more j
L that a birth-day ? 'tis alas ! too clear,
'Tis but the Fun'ral of the former year. 10

Let Joy or Eafe, let Affluence or Content,
And the gay Confcience of a life well fpent,
Calm ev'ry thought, infpirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and fmile upon thy face.
Let day improve on day, and year on year, 15
Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear ;
Till Death unfelt that tender frame deftroy,
In fome foft Dream, or Extafy of Joy,
Peaceful flcep out the Sabbath of the Tomb,
And wake to Raptures in a Lift to come.

Via. 15. Originally thus in the MS.

And oh fince Death muft that fair frame deftroy,
Dye, by fome fudden Extafy of Joy j
In fome foft dream may thy mild I'.-ul remove,
And be thy lateft gafp a Sigh of Love.

Vgi.VI. ) To

( 66 )


On his Birth-day, 1742.

RE SIGN'D to live, prepar'd 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 5

A table, with a cloth of bays j
And Ireland, mother of fweet fingers,
Prefents her harp flill to his fingers.
The feaft, his tow'ring genius marks
In yonder wild goofe and the larks F 1C

The mufhrooms fhew his wit was fudden !
And for hisjudgment, la a pudden !
Roaftbeef, tho' old, proclaims him flout,
And grace, altho' a bard, devout.


VER. 6. A table] He was invited to dine on his birth-
day with this Nobleman, who had prepared for him the
C; t;:t..inmcnt of which the bill of fare is here fetdown.

ViR. 8. Prefcnti her />//>] The Harp is generally
wove on the Irifli Linen ; fuchas Table-cloths, etc.


May TOM, whom heav'n fent down toraife 15
The price of prologues and of plays,
Be ev'ry birth-day more a winner,
Digcft his thirty-thoufandth dinner ;
W.ilk to his gravewithout reproach,
And fcorn a rafcal and a coach. 20


VER. 1 6. The price of prologues and of playt,~\ This
alludes to aftoryMr. Southern told of Dryden, about the
fame time, to Mr. P. and Mr. W. When Southern firft
wrote for the flage, Dryden was fo famous for his Pro-
logues,that the players would aft nothing without that de-
coration. His ufual price till then had been four gui-
neas : But when Southern came to him for the Prologue
he had befpoke, Dryden told him he muft have fix gui-
neas for it ; " which (faidhe) young man, is out of no
" difrefpeft to you, but the Players have had my goods
" too cheap." We now look upon thefe Prologues with
the fame admiration that the Virtuofi do on the Apotheca-
ries pots painted by Raphael.





His faltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani
Munere ! VIRG.


In the Church of Withyam in Suflex.

DORSET, the Grace of Courts, the Mufes'

Patron of Arts, and Judge of Nature, dy'd.
The fcourge of Pride, tho' fan&ify'd or great,
Of Fops in Learning, and of Knaves in State :
Yet foft his Nature, tho' fcvere his Lay,
His Anger moral, and his Wiftlom gay.

Epitaphs.'} Thefc little compofitions far exceed any
thing we have of the fame kind from other hands ; yet,
if V/C except the Epitaph on the young Duke of Bucking/, arn,
and perhaps one or two more, they are not of equal
force with the reft of our Author's writings. The na-
ture of the compofition itfelf is delicate ; and generally
it was a task impofed on him ; tho' he rarely complied
with requefls of this nature, as we may fee by the imall
number of thcfe poems, but where the fubjccl was wor-
thy of his pea.

F 4 Blcft


Bleft Sat'rift ! who touch M the Mean fo true,

As fliow'd, Vice had his hate and pity too.

Bleft Courtier ! who could King and Country plcafe,

Yet facred keep his Friendfliips, and his Eafe.

Bleft Peer ! his great Forefathers ev'ry grace

Reflecting, and reflected in his Race ;

Where other BUCK.HURSTS, other DORSETS fhine,

And Patriots ftil!, or Poets, deck the Line,


For random praife the Work would ne'er be done :
Each Mother ajla it for /.er booby Son :
Each Widow ajki it for the befl of Men ;
For him Jhe weeps, for himjhe weds again.

Vet when thefe elegiac movements came freely from thq
heart, he mourns in fuch ftrains as (hew he was equally a
matter of this kind of Compofition with every other he
underook, as the following lines in the Epijile to Jef-vas
may witnefs ; which would have made the fincft Epitaph
in the world :

CaUrgund her Tomb each oljeS of dcjtre,
fafb purer frame inform d with purer fire :
Pjd her bt all that chean or foftem life,
The tender Jtfter, daughter, friend, and wife :
her be all that makes mankind adore }
view- this marble, and be I'ainno more.

, On



On Sir Wi L L i A M T R u MB A L,

One of the Principal Secretaries of Srate to
King WILLIAM III. who having refigned
his Pbce, died in his Retirement at Eaft-
hamfted in Berkfliire, 1716.

APleafmg Form ; a firm, yet cautious Mind ;
Sincere, tho' prudent j conftant, yet refignM.
Honour unchang'd, a Principle profeft,
Fix'd to one fide, butmod'rate to the reft :
An honeft Courtier, yet a Patriot too ;
Juft to his Prince, and to his Country true :
FilFd with the Senfeof Age, the Fire of Youth,
A Scorn of Wrangling, yet a Zeal for Truth ;
A gen'rous Faith, from Superftition free ;
A love to Peace, and hate of Tyranny ;
Such this man was ; who now, from earth remov 'dj
At Jength enjoys that Liberty lie lov'd.





Only Son of the Lord Chancellor H A R-
COURT-, at the Church of Sianton-Har-
court in Oxfordfhire, 1720.

TO this fad Shrine, whoe'er thou art ! draw

Here lies the Friend moft lov'd, the Son mofl dear :
Who ne'er knew Joy, but Friend/hip might divide,
Or gave his Father Grief but when he dy'd

How vain is Rcafon, Eloquence how weak !
If Pope muft tell what HA RCOURT cannot fpeak.
Oh let thy once-lov'd Friend infcribe thy Stone,
And, with a Father's forrows, mix his own !

IV. On




In Weftminfter-Abbey.







Statcfman, yet Friend to Truth ! of Soul finccre,
In Action faithful, and in Honour clear !
Who broke no Promife, ferv'd no private End,
Who gain'd no Title, and who loft no Friend,
Ennobled by Himfelf, by All approv'd,
Prais'd, wept, aqdhonour'd, by the Mufe he lov'd*




Intended for Mr. ROWE,

In Weftminfter-Abbey.

THY rcliques, ROWE, to this fair Urn we

Andfacred, place by DRYDEN'S awful duft :
Beneath a rude and namelefs ftonc he lies,
To which thy Tomb (hall guide inquiring eyes.


It is as follows, on the Monument in the Abbey erefted
to ROWE and his Daughter.

Thy Reliques, ROWE ! to this fad fhrine we truft,
And near thy SHAKESPEAR place thy honour 'd buft.
Oh, next him, skill'd to draw the tender tear,
For never heart felt pafiion more fincere ;
To nobler fentiroent to fire the brave,
For never B;i i TON more difdain'd a flave.
Peace to thy gentle made, and endlefs reft ;
Blefl in thy genius, in thy love too bleft !
And b'rft, that timely from our fcene remov'd,
Thy foul enjoys the liberty it lov'd.

To thefe fo mourn 'd in death, fo lov'd in Hfe !
The childlefs parent and the widow'dwife,
"With tears infcribes this monumental ftone,
That holds their afhes andexpedls her own.



Peace to thy gentle ftiade, and endlcfs reft ! 5

Bleft in thy Genius, in thy 'Love too blcft !
One grateful woman to thy fame fupplies
What a whole thar.klefs land to his denies.


VER. 3. Beneath a rtuit] The Tomb of Mr.Drrdc*
was ereftcd upon this hint by the Duke of Buckingham ;
to which was originally intended this Epitaph,

T his SHEFFIELD raiid.' *Tlefacrtd Dujl lel^to
Wai DRY DEN onte : The reft ivbo does xot kmnv?

which the Author fine* changed into the plain infcriji&o*
now upon k, being only the name of that grtat TocL

J. D R Y D E N.

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



VI. On



Who died of a Cancer in her Breaft.

HERE refts a Woman, good without pre-

Bleft with plain Reafon, and with fober Senfe :
No Conquefts (he, but o'er herfelf, defir'd,
No Arts efTay'd, but not to be admir'd.
Paflion and Pride were to her foul unknown,
Convinc'd that Virtue only is our own.
So unaffe&ed, 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




On the Monument of the Honourable
ROBERT DIGBY, and of his Sifter
MARY, eredled by their Father the
Lord DIGBY, in the Church of Sher-
borne in Dorfetfhire, 1727.

GO ! fair example of untainted youth,
Of modeft wifdom, and pacifick truth :
Compos'd in fufFrings, and in joy fedate,
Good without noife, without pretenfion great.
Juftof thy word, inev'ry thought fincere,
Who knew no wifh but what the world might hear:
Of foftcft manners, unaffe&ed 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,
Stecr'd the fame courfe to the fame quiet fliore,
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 (hare your joys, forgive our grief:
Thefc little rites, a Stone, a Verfe receive ;
'Ti> all a Father, all a Friend can give !

31 VIII. On



In Weft minder- Abbey, 1723.

KNELLER, by Heav'n and not a Matter

Whofe Art was Nature, and whofe Pictures Thought;
Now for two ages having fnatch'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 Thirft of praife.
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
Her works ; and, dying, fears herfelf may die.

V*R. 7. Imitated from the famous Epitaph on RaphacJ.

Raphael, timuit, quo fofpite, iiinci
Rerun tnagna parer.s, ft wyrienff, man. P.

IX. On





In Weftminfter- Abbey, 1729.

HERE, WITHERS, reft ! thou braveft,
geritleft 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 Vet'ran drops a tear,
And the gay Courtier feels the figh fmcere.

WITHERS, adieu ! yet not with thee remove
Thy Martial fpirit, or thy Social love !
Amidft Corruption, Luxury, and Rage,
Still leave fome ancient Virtues to our age :
Nor let us fay (thofe Englifh glories gone)
The Jail true Briton lies beneath this ftone.

. VI. G X.




At Eafthamfted in Berks, 1730.

THIS modeft Stone, what few vain Marble*

May truly fay, Here lies an honeft Man :
A Poet, bleft beyond the Poet's fate,
Whom Heav'n kept facred from the Proud and

Great :

Foe to loud Praife, and Friend to learned Eafe,
Content with Science in the Vale of Peace,
Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here
Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ;
From Nature's temp'rate feaft rofe fatisfy'd,
Yhank'd Heav'n tht he had liv'd, and that he dy'd.




On Mr. GAY.

In Weftminfter- Abbey, 1732.

OF Manners gentle, of Affections mild ;
In Wit, a Man ; Simplicity, a Child :
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lafh the age :
Above Temptation in a low Eftate, 5

And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great :
A fafe Companion, and an eafy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End.
Thefeare thy Honours ! not that here thy Buft
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy duft ; 10
But that the Worthy and the Good mall fay,
Striking their penfive bofoms HertM* GAY.

N o T E i.

VER. 12. Here lies Gaf.] i e in the hearts of the
good and worthy. Mr. Pope told me his conceit in thi*
line was not generally underltood. For, by peculiar ill
luck, theyirwtf&rjrexpreflion, which makes the beauty,
mjfleadi the reader into a fenfc which takes it qtfte away.

G a XII.



Intended for Sir Is A A c N E w T o N,

In Weftminfttr- Abbey.


Quern Immortalem
Teftantur Tempusy Natura y Caslum :

Hoc marmor fatetur.

Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night :
GOD faid, Let Newton be ! and all was Light.


and all was Light .] It had been better and there IVAI
Light ', as more conformable to the reality of the faff,.
and to the alia/ion whereby it is celebrated.




Bifhop of Rochefter.

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732.

{His only Daughter having expired in his
arms, immediately after (he arrived in
France to fee him.]



YE S, we have liv'd one pang, and then we
part !

May Heav'n, dear Father ! now have all thy Heart.
Yet ah ! how once we lov'd, remember ftill,
Till you are duft like me.

H E.

Dear Shade! I will:

Then mix this duft with thine O fpotlefs Ghoft !
O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country loft !


Is there on Earth one care, one wifh befide ?

He faid, and dy'd.


Save my Country, Heavn} Alluding to the Bifhop's
frequent ufe and application of the expiring words of the
famous Father PAUL, in his prayer for the ftate, ESTO
PERPETUA. With how good a grace the Bifhop ap-
plied it at his trial, and is here made to refer to it in his
laft moments, they will underftand who know what con-
formity there was in the lives of the Prelate and the
Monk. The character of our countryman is well known.
And that of the Father may be told in very .few words.
He was profoundly {killed in all divine and human learn-
ing : He employed his whole life in the fervice of the
State, againft the unjuft incroachments of the Church.
He was modeft, humble, and forgiving, candid, patient,
and juft ; free from all prejudices of party, and all the
projects of ambition ; in a word, the happieft compound
pf Science, Wifdom, and Virtue.




On EDMUND D. of Buckingham,

Who died in the Nineteenth Year of
his Age, 1735.

IF modeft Youth, with cool Reflection crown' 6,
And ev'ry op'ning Virtue blooming round,
Could fave a Parent's juftefl Pride from fate,
Or add one Patriot to a finking ftate ;

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