In a Country Church-Yard, Devon. This humble stone shews where they lie, Like them to live, like them to die. No flattery is written here; Their friends all say so with a tear. In memory of George Clark, Esq. Ob. 14 Aug. 1668, buried in Hackney Church.. If any desire to be nie, Pray let my bones in quiet ly, Till Christ come in the cloudy sky, Who will us all both judge and trie. In Hackney Church Yard, on Peninnah Juckes, 1716. A maid of eighteen We have laid in this green, To rest herself here a short space, And after that time, This rose in her prime, Shall rise up again by God's grace. IN CHICHESTER CATHEDRAL. This Monument was erected by Voluntary Subscrip And died in a house adjoining the Cloisters On this Monument, finely executed by Flaxman, Collins is represented as just recovered from a wild fit of phrensy, to which he was unhappily subject, în a calm and reclining posture, seeking refuge from his misfortunes in he consolations of the Gospel, while his lyre and one of his first poems lie neglected on the ground. Above are two beautiful figures of Love and Pity entwined in euch others arms. Ye who the merits of the dead revere, Who hold misfortune's sacred genius dear, 'Tho' nature gave him, and tho' science taught He pass'd in madd'ning pain life's fev'rish dream, Who touch'd the tend'rest notes of Pity's lyre; Who join'd pure faith to strong poetic powers, Sought on one book his troubled mind to rest, Collins after his return from France, was at Islington, where a friend paid him a visit; there was then nothing of disorder discernable in his mind by any but himself; but he had withdrawn from study, and travelled with no other book than an English Testament, such as children carry to school: when his friend took it into his hand, out of curiosity to see what companion, a man of letters had chosen, I have but one book," said Collins, but that is the best." See Collins' Poems, Pub. hy Sharpe. On a Child. Here she lies a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood : As her little eyes did peep; Give her strewings; but not stir On a very wicked Man, who was killed by a fall from his Horse. "Between the stirrup and the ground, I mercy ask'd, I mercy found." IN LUDGVAN CHURCH, CORNWALL. By the smallness of this Table, Chr. Borlase, a youth of sweet and amiable disposition, Choosing the life of a sailor, And making quick advances to deserve Died, neither by the fury of war, Like a fair flower that had survived He was taken by God to himself, Son, And unable to pay him the proper funeral duties, Contented because such was the will of God. ON PAUL WHITEHEAD, Ese. Who was born Jan. 25, 1710, and died Dec. 30, 1774. Tho' his youth kindled with the love of fame, ON AN URN, In which the Heart of Paul Whitehead, Esq. was deposited, and which is placed on a Mausoleum at West Wykeham, the seat of Lord le Despencer. PAUL WHITEHEAD, Esa. of Twickenham, Obiit December 30, 1774. Unhallow'd hands, this Urn forbear: No gems, nor orient spoil Lie here conceal'd-but, what's more rare, |