Yet foft his Nature, tho' fevere his Lay, gay. His Anger moral, and his Wifdom Where other BUCKHURSTS, other DORSETS fhine, NOTES. For random praise the Work would ne'er be done : Yet when thefe elegiac movements came freely from the heart, he mourns in fuch trains as fhew he was equally a master of this kind of Compofition with every other he undertook, as the following lines in the Epiffle to Jervas may witness; which would have made the finest Epitaph in the world: Call round her Tomb each object of defire, II. On Sir WILLIAM TRUMBAL, One of the Principal Secretaries of State to King WILLIAM III. who having refigned his Place, died in his Retirement at Eafthamfted in Berkshire, 1716. A Pleafing Form; a firm yet cautious Mind; Sincere, tho' prudent; conftant, yet refign'd: Just to his Prince, and to his Country true: A gen'rous Faith, from fuperftition free; Such this Man was; who now from earth remov'd, III. On the Hon. SIMON HARCOURt, Only Son of the Lord Chancellor HARCOURT; at the Church of StantonHarcourt in Oxfordshire, 1720. O this fad fhrine, whoc'er thou art! draw T° near, Here lies the Friend moft lov'd, the Son moft dear: Who ne'er knew Joy, but friendship might divide, his Father Grief but when he dy'd. Or gave How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what HARCOURT cannot speak. Oh let thy once-lov'd Friend infcribe thy Stone, And, with a Father's forrows, mix his own! IV. On JAMES CRAGGS, Efq. In Westminster-Abbey. JACOBUS CRAGGS REGI MAGNÆ BRITANNIA 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 fincere, 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, and honour'd, by the Mufe he lov'd. V. Intended for Mr. Row E, TH In Westminster-Abbey. 'HY reliques, Rowe, to this fair Urn we And facred, place by DRYDEN's awful dust : VARIATIONS. It is as follows, on the Monument in the Abbey erected to Thy Reliques, RowE! to this fad fhrine we truft, To the fe fo mourn'd in death, fo lov'd in life! |