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ON THE DEATH OF
As chemisls gold from brass by fire would draw, | Though mighty raptures we in Homer find,
Yet, like himself, his characters were bliud :
Virgii's sublimed eyes not only gaz'd, Three kingdoms wonder, and three kingdoms fear; But his sublimed thoughts to Heaven were rais'd. While single he stood forth, and feem'd, although Who reads the honours which he paid the gods, 21 Each had an army, as an equal foc.
Would think he had beheld their bleft abodes; Sach was his force of eloquence, to make And, that his hero might accomplith'd be, 'The hearers more concern'd than he that fpake; From divine blood he draws his pedigree. Each seem'd to act that part he came to see, From that great judge your judgment takes its law, And none was more a looker-on than he; rand by the best original docs draw So did he move our passions, some were known Bonduca's hoaour, with those heroes Time To wilh, for the defence, the crime their own. Had in oblivion wrapt, his faucy crime ; Now private pity firove with public hate, To them and to your nation you are just, Rcafon with rage, and eloqu: nce with fate: In railing up their glories from the duit ; 30 Now they could him, if he could them forgive; And to Old England you that right have done, He's not 100 guilty, but too wise to live;
To fhcw, no story nobler than her own,
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escs That his last action all the rest might crown.
Will weep at their own lad discoveries;
till having view'd the whole, they fum a cross;
And scorns the fuccours of thy cafy grics. TO A PERSON OF HONOUR, Yet, lift thy ignorance betray thy nanie ON HIS INCOMPARABLE TOEM".
Of man and pious, read and mourn: the frame
Of an exemption, from just sense, doth tht w
Since reason, then, can privilege a tear,
Upon this noble urn. Here, here renains
Durt far more precious than in India's veios : And yet I hope to see this noble heat
Within these cold enibraces, ravish d, lies 13 1 Continue, till it makes the piece compleat, That which compleats the age's tyrannies : That to the latter age it may defcendi,
Who wcak to such another ill appear, And to the end of time its beanis extind.
For what destroys our hope, secures our fcar. When pocsy joins profit with delight,
What an unexpiated, in this land Her images Thould be most exquisite,
Of groans, hath guided fo severe a hand? Since man to that perfection cannot rife,
The late great victim" that your ultars knew, Of always vir:uous, fortunate, and wife;
Ye angry gods, might have excus'd this new
Might have run on to kirder destiny.
A facritice, to quench the raging thirst • The Honourable Edward Howard, hy lis Orindam'd vergeance for past crimes; lo none poem called" The British Prices,'engag.j the but this white-satted yourgling could atone, 30 attention of by far the most emincat ci his con
By his untimely fate, that impious smoke, temporaries; who played upon iis vanity, as the That fullied earth, and did Heaven's pity choak. Wits of half a century bufore had dons on that of
Let it suffice for us, that we have lost Thorras Caryat, by writing (X*ravagant com
In him, more than the widow'd world can boat piments on bis works. Set Eutler's, Walier's,
In any lump of her remaining clay.
35 Sprat's, and Dorlet's verses, in their respective Fair as the grey-ey'd morn he was: the day, volusies; and m the" Sclect Collection of Mil.
Youthful and climbing upwards ft:'!, imparts cellaneous Poems, 1989," vol. iii. p. 105, are other No haite like that of his increasing parts:
Prics on the fame subject by Martin Cigord, and the Lord Vuuglian. N.
King Charles the Firtt.
Like the meridian beam, his virtue's light
Great faint! shine there in an eternal sphere,
And because they are loth
'That trick, Had it come in the nick, Had touch'd us to the quick But the messenger fell fick. Had it later been wrote, And sooner been brought, They had got what they fought, But now it serves for nought. On Sandys they ran aground, And our return was crown'd With full then thousand pound.
MR. THOMAS KILLIGREW'S RETURN
MR. WILLIAM MURREY'S
MY LORD CROFT'S AND MY JOURNEY
IN TO POLAND, PROM WIENCE WE BROUGHT £. 10,000 FOR HIS MAJESTY, BY THE DECIMATION OF MI3
SCOTTISH SUBJECTS THERL.
Toen te beil, for the foul
of the pure ones in Pole,
O'From Venice is come
And hath left the statesman behind him :
Talks at the same pitch,
Is as wise, is as rich; And just where you left him, you find him.