FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED

IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY.

HEROES and Kings ! your distance keep:
In peace let one poor Poet sleep,
Who never flatter'd Folks like you:
Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.

ANOTHER, ON THE SAME.

Under this Marble, or under this Sill, Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will ; Whatever an Heir, or a Friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head, Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin What they said, or may say, of the mortal within ; But, who living and dying, serene still and free, Trusts in God, that as well as he was, he shall be.

NOTES.

Ver. 4. Let Horace]

“ Whose verse adorn'd a tyrant's crimes ;
Who saw majestic Rome betray'd,
And lent th' imperial ruffian aid.”

Akenside's Odes, p. 280. 4to.

END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.

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