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Fid them in Duty's Sphere as meekly move.;
And if so fair, from Vanity as free;
As sirm in friendship, and as sond in Love.
Tell them, tho' 'tis an awful Thing to die.
^'Twas ev'u to thee) yet the dread Path once trod,
Heav'n lifts its everlasting Portals high,
And bids the "Pure in Heart behold their God:"
On the CountessDowager of.Pembroke.
T TNDERNfiATH this Marble Hearse
VJ Lies the Subject of all Verse,
Sydney's Sister, Pembroke's Mother;
Death, ere thou hast kill'd another,
Fair and learn'd, and good as foe;
Time shall throw a Dart at Thee.
An EPITAPH, by Ben. Johnson.
UNDERNEATH this Stone doth lie
As much Virtue as cou'd die;
"Which when alive did Vigour give
To.as much Beauty as cou'd live. ■
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, On Sir Godfrey Kneller. Pope.
T^NELLER, by Heav'n, and not a Master taught,. *• Whose Art was Nature, and whose Pictures.
Now for two Ages having snatch'd from Fate
Whate'e'r was Beauteous, or whate'er was Great,
Rests crown'd with Princes Honours, Poets Lays
Due to his Merit, and brave Thirst of Praise.
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Living, great Nature sear'dhe might outvie
Her Works; and dying, sears herself may die.
On the Czar Peter the Great. Plain Dealer.
Here under Deposited Lies All that cou'd die, of a Man Immortal, PETER ALEXIOVITZ: It is almost superfluous jto add Great Emperor Of Russia: A Title! Which, instead of adding to his Glory, Became Glorious by His wearing it. . Let Antiquity be dumb, Nor boast her Alexander, Or her Cæsar. How eay was Victory To Leaders, who were sollowed by Heroes! And whose Soldiers selt a noble Disdain, To be thought less awake than their Generals! But H E, Who, in this Place, sirst knew Rest, Found Subjects Base, and Unactive,. Unwarlike, Unlearn'd, Untractable, • Neither covet<*s of Fame, Nor liberal of Danger; Creatures, with the Names of Men, • But with Qualities rather Brutal than Rational: Yet, even These He polish'd from their native Ruggednefs, And, breaking out, like a New Su v.' To illuminate the Minds of a People, , r'! Difpell'4-jhejr Night of Hereditary Darkness:
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'Till, by Force os his invincible Influence. He taught them to conquer Even the Conquerors of Germany. Other Princes have commanded victorious Armies, *■ "This Commander created them!
Blum, O Art!
At a Hero; who ow'd Thee Nothing.
./ ! .Exult, O Nature!
For Thine.was this Prodigy.
The Inscription on Shakespear'j Monument, taken from his Works.
THE Cloud-capt Towers, the gorgeous Palaces,
The solemn Temples, the great Globe itself;
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And like the baseless Fabric of a Vision,
Leave not a Wreck behind.
Ode lo Charity, By Miss H. More.
O CHARITY, divinely Wife,
Thou meek-ey'd Daughter of the Skies!
From the pure Fountain of eternal Light,
Where fair, immutable, and eyer bright,
The beatisic Vision shines,
And Angel with Archangel joins
In choral Songs to sing his Praif*,
PARENT OF LIFE, ANCIENT OF DAYS!
Who was ere Time existed, and shall be
Thro' the wide Round of vast Eternity.
©come, thy warm Benevolence impart,.
Enlarge my Feelings, and expand my Heart 1
II. O thou,
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O thou, enthron'd in Realms above,
Bright Effluence of that boundless -Love-,
Whence Joy and Peace in Streams unsullied flow,
O deign to make thy lov'd Abode below!
Tho' sweeter Strains pour'd from my Tongue,
Than Saint conceiv'd, or Seraph fung,
And tho' my glowing Fancy caught
Whatever Art or Nature taught,
Yet, if this hard unseeling Heart of mine
Ne'er frit thy Force, O CHARITY divine t
An empty Shadow Science would be sound,
My Knowledge Ignorance, my Wit a Sound.,
Tho' my prophetic Spirit knew-
To bring Futurity to View,
Without thy aid e'en this would nought avail,
For Tongues' shall cease, and Prophecies shall fail;
Come then, thou sweet celestial Guest,
.Shed thy. soft Influence o'er my Breast* •
Bring with thee FAITH divinely brignt,,
And HOPE, fair Harbinger of Light,
To clear each Mist with their pervacUng Ray,
To sit my Soul sor Heav'n, and point the Way.
Where persect Happiness her Sway maintains,
For there the GOD OF PEACE forever, ever reigns.
Virtue the only Nobility. Young.
LET High-birth triumph! What can be more
Nothing—but Merit in a low Estate.
To Virtue's humblest Son let none preser
Vice, tho' descended from the Conqueror.
Shall Men, like Figures, pass sor high, or base,
Slight or important, only by their Place?
TMes are Marks of honest Men and wise:
The Fool, or Knave, that wears a Title, lyes.
Nothing is meaner than a Wretch of State,
* The Good and Pious are the only Great.
* There is a small Alteration here.
True Ambition. Young.
YE Vain ! desist from your erroneous Strise;
Be wise, and quit the false Sublime of Lise.
The true Ambition there alone resides,
Where Justice dictates, and where Wisdom guides;
Where inward Dignity joins outward State,;
Our Purpose good, as our Atchievement great;
Where public BleJJings public Praise attend,
Where Glory is our Motive, not our End. .-,
Would'st thou besam'd? Keep those high Deeds in
Brave Men would act, tho' Scandal should ensue. «
The fur/hit os Fame, Young. ^
WHAT can be emptier than the Chace of Fame? _ .„,/
How vain the Prize? how impotent our Aim i