Is there on Earth one care, one wish befide? He faid, and dy'd. Save my Country, Heav'n] Alluding to the Bishop'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 Bishop applied it at his trial, and is here made to refer to it in his last moments, they will understand who know what conformity 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 skilled in all divine and human learning: He employed his whole life in the fervice of the State, against the unjust incroachments of the Church. He was medeft, humble, and forgiving, candid, patient, and juft; free from all prejudices of party, and all the projects of ambition; in a word, the happiest compound of Science, Wisdom, and Virtue. XIV. On EDMUND D. of BUCKINGHAM, Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his Age, 1735. F modeft Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd, And ev'ry op'ning Virtue blooming round, Could fave a Parent's jufteft Pride from fate, Or add one Patriot to a finking state: This weeping marble had not afk'd thy Tear, Or fadly told, how many Hopes lie here! The living Virtue now had fhone approv'd, The Senate heard him, and his Country lov'd. Yet fofter Honours, and less noisy Fame Attend the shade of gentle BUCKINGHAM : In whom a Race, for Courage fam'd and Art, Ends in the milder Merit of the Heart; And Chiefs or Sages long to Britain giv'n, Pays the laft Tribute of a Saint to Heav'n. XV. For One who would not be buried in HE Westminster-Abbey. EROES, and KINGS! your distance keep, In peace let one poor Poet fleep, Who never flatter'd Folks like you : Let Horace blufh, and Virgil too. NDER this Marble, or under this Sill, Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will; Whatever an Heir, or a Friend in his ftead, U Or any good creature fhall lay o'er my head, FINIS. |