The gate of envy now is clos'd on thee, Where friendly join the satirist and sage ; Then, sighing, say, to vindicate thy fame, Hales-Owen Church Yard, Shropshire. ON WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Esq. Whoe'er thou art, with rev'rence tread Not that the monumental bust, Or sumptuous tomb, here guards the dust A native elegance of mind; If virtue, science, manly sense; For, know, thy Shenstone's dust lies here! 57 On a Miser. Here lies one who for medicines wou'd not give Cou'd he but guess how much his funeral cost. Bunhill-Fields Burying Ground. ON Dr. ISAAC WATTS, Died 1748, To real merit due, this humble song, WATTS (now no more) to thee be sacred long. In vain, to thee vice sounds her soft alarms, And gave her veil'd deformity to view. From thee our youths enlarg'd their op'ning views, In haste to aid, but in resentment slow, An ardent friend, and quick-forgiving foe : Oh! may thy soul! now loos'd from mortal clay, ON BISHOP BURNET. Inserted that it may be known into what a monster the prejudices of party can transform a great and pious character. Here Sarum lies, of late so wise, And learn'd as Tom Aquinas ; Lawn sleeves he wore, but was no more A Christian than Socinus : Oaths pro and con he swallow'd down, Lov'd gold like any layman; Wrote, preach'd and pray'd, and yet betray'd Of every vice he had a spice, Although a reverend prelate; And liv'd and died, if not belied, If such a soul to Heaven should stroll, This prelate, equally famous in his political and theological capacity, has been described not unhappily, as “ a man of some parts and great industry, moderate in his notions of church discipline, inquisitive, meddling, vain and credulous," but, it ought to be added, honest, disinterested, and sincere. When he was presented to Charles II. by the duke of Lau. derdale, he said to his Majesty, "Sir, I bring a person to you who is not capable of forgetting any thing," the King replied, Then, my Lord, you and I have the more reason to take care what we say to him, or before him." On the Clerk of a Country Parish. Here lies within this tomb so calm, Dereham Church, Norfolk. In memory of MARY (Widow of the Rev. Morley Unwin, and mother of the Rev. William Cawthorne Unwin), born at Ely 1724. buried in this Church 1796. Trusting in God, with all her heart and mind, And watch'd a poet thro' misfortune's vale. Her spotless dust, angelic guards, defend! For all, who read his verse, revere her name. A Tribute to the late ingenious and amiable artist William Woollett, the celebrated engraver. Engrav'd by genius on the human heart Woollett thy works shall stand without a stain; And tho' the great original is gone The first impression ever shall remain. INSCRIPTION. For the Apartment in Chepstow-Castle, where Henry Marten the Regicide was imprisoned Thirty Years. For thirty years secluded from mankind Here Marten linger'd. Often have these walls He never saw the sun's delightful beams, |