IX.

On General HENRY WITHERS,

In Westminster-Abbey, 1729.

HER

ERE, WITHERS, reft! thou bravest, gentlest 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 fincere.
WITHERS, adieu! yet not with thee remove
Thy Martial spirit, or thy Social love!
Amidft 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.

X.

On Mr. ELIJAH FENTON. At Easthamsted in Berks, 1730.

HIS modeft Stone, what few vain Marbles

TH

can,

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,

Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he dy`d.

Ο

XI.

On Mr. G A Y.

In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.

F 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 lash the age: Above Temptation, in a low Eftate, And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great: A fafe Companion, and an eafy Friend, Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End. These are 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 shall say, Striking their penfive bofoms-Here lies GAY.

VER. 12. Here lies Gay.] i. e. in the hearts of the good and worthy. Mr. Pope told me his conceit in this line was not generally understood. For, by peculiar ill luck, the formulary expreffion, which makes the beauty, misleads the reader into a fense which takes it quite away.

XII.

Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON, In Westminster-Abbey.

ISAACUS NEWTONUS:

Quem Immortalem

Teftantur Tempus, Natura, Calum :
Mortalem

Hoc marmor fatetur.

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

XIII.

On Dr. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,

Bishop of Rochester.

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732.

[His only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after the arrived in France to fee him.]

YES,

DIALOGUE.

SHE.

ES, 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 fpotless Ghoft! O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country loft!