Salisbury Cathedral. On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke, Sister to Sir Philip Sydney, who died Sep. 25, 1621. Underneath this sable hearse, Lies the subject of all verse; Sydney's sister, Pembroke's mother; Shall turn statue, and become On the wife of Aaron Hill, Esq. who died 1731. Enough, cold stone!-Suffice her long lov'd name: ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBAL. One of the principal secretaries of state to king William III. who having resigned his place, died in his retirement at Easthamsted in Berkshire, 1716. A pleasing form; a firm, yet cautious mind; Fix'd to one side, but mod'rate to the rest : Westminster Abbey. (A translation) JAMES CRAGGS, Privy counsellor and secretary of state To the king of Great Britain, Equally esteem'd and belov'd by As indifferent to titles as he was above envy : His years were few, alas! too few for such a man: Dying in the 35th year of his age, On February 14th, 1720, Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd by the the muse he lov'd. Sherborne, Dorsetshire. On the monument of the honourable Robert Digby, and of his sister Mary, erected by their father the Lord Digby, 1727. Go! fair example of untainted youth, Of modest wisdom, and pacifick truth: Lover of peace, and friend of human kind: Go live! for heaven's eternal year is thine, And thou, blest maid! attendant on his doom, Steer'd the same course to the same quiet shore, Yet take these tears, mortality's relief, And till we share your joys, forgive our grief: These little rites, a stone, a verse receive; 'Tis all a father, all a friend can give! ON MRS. CORBET, Who died with a Cancer in her Breast. Here rests a woman, good without pretence, Westminster Abbey. ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS, 1729. Here Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind, Thy country's friend, but more of human kind, Oh born to arms! O worth in youth approv'd! For thee the hardy vet'ran drops a tear, ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY, Bishop of Rochester, Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732. (His only daughter having expired in his arms, im. mediately after she arrived in France to see him.) DIALOGUE. SHE. Yes, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part ! HE. Dear shade! I will : Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless ghost! |