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Of matchlefs Mira, fhe reveals her own:
And, when the would another's praise indite,
Is by her glass inftructed how to write.

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AN EPIGRAM

ON A PAINTED LADY WITH ILL TEETH. ERE men fo dull they could not fee That Lycé painted; should they flee, Like fimple birds, into a net,

So grofsly woven, and ill fet?
Her own teeth would undo the knot,
And let all go that she had got.
Thofe teeth fair Lycé must not fhow,
If she would bite : her lovers, though
Like birds they stoop at seeming grapes,
Are difabus'd when firft the gapes:
The rotten bones difcover'd there,
Shew 'tis a painted sepulchre.

EPIGRAM UPON THE GOLDEN MEDAL

+ From "Rex Redux;" being Cambridge OUR guard upon the royal fide!

verfes on the return of Charles I. from Scotland, after his coronation there in 1633.

Paris.

On the reverse, our beauty's pride! Here we difcern the frown and smile; The force and glory of our Mile.

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DESIGNED FOR A FRIEND,

ON HIS TRANSLATION OF OVID'S FASTI.

OME's holy days you tell, as if a guest

With the old Romans you were wont te
feaft.

Numa's religion, by themselves believ'd,
Excels the true, only in fhew receiv'd.
They made the nations round about them bow,
With their Dictators taken from the plough:
Such power has justice, faith, and honesty!
The world was conquer'd by morality.
Seeming devotion does but gild a knave,
That's neither faithful, honeft, juft, nor brave:
But, where religion does with virtue join,
It makes a Hero like an Angel fhine.

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ON THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES THE FIRST,

THAT

AT CHARING-CROSS.

IN THE YEAR 1674.

HAT the First Charles does here in triumph
ride;

See his Son reign, where he a Martyr dy'd;
And people pay that reverence, as they pass,
(Which then he wanted!) to the sacred brass;
Is not th' effect of gratitude alone,

To which we owe the ftatue and the ftone.
But Heaven this lafting monument has wrought,
That mortals may eternally be taught,
Rebellion, though fuccefsful, is but vain;
And Kings fo kill'd rife conquerors again.
This truth the royal image does proclaim,
Loud as the trumpet of furviving Fame.

RANSLATED OUT OF SPANISH.

HOUGH we may feem importunate, While your compaffion we implore: ey, whom you make too fortunate, May with prefumption vcx you more.

RANSLATED OUT OF FRENCH. ADE, flowers, fade; nature will have it fo; 'Tis but what we must in our autumn do! , as your leaves lie quiet on the ground, lofs alone by those that lov'd them found: in the grave, fhall we as quiet lie; 'd by fome few that lov'd our company. fome fo like to thorns and nettles live, t none for them can, when they perish, grieve. * Queen Catharine.

PRID E.

Nutbale Caligula, when on the throne,

OT the brave + Macedonian Youth alone;

Boundlefs in power, would make himself a God;
As if the world depended on his nod.

The Syrian King to beafts was headlong thrown,
Ere to himself he could be mortal known.
The meaneft wretch, if Heaven fhould give hire
line,

Would never ftop, till he were thought divine:
All might within difcern the ferpent's pride,
If from ourselves nothing ourselves did hide.
Let the proud peacock his gay feathers fpread,
And woo the female to his painted bed:
Let winds and feas together rage and fwell;
This nature teaches, and becomes them well.
Pride was not made for men: a confcious fenfe
Of guilt and folly, and their confequence,
Destroys the claim: and to beholders tells,
Here nothing, but the fhape of manhood, dwells.

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EPITAPH ON SIR GEORGE SPEKE.

UNDE

NDER this stone lies virtue, youth,
Unblemish'd probity, and truth:

Juft unto all relations known,

A worthy patriot, pious fon:
Whom neighbouring towns so often sent,
To give their fenfe in Parliament;
With lives and fortunes trufting one,
Who fo difcreetly us'd his own.
Sober he was, wife, temperate;
Contented with an old eftate,
Which no foul avarice did increase,
Nor wanton luxury make lefs.
While yet but young, his father dy'd,
And left him to an happy guide:
Not Lemuel's mother with more care
Did counsel or inftruct her heir;
Or teach with more fuccefs her fon
The vices of the time to fhun.
An heiress fhe; while yet alive,
All that was her's to him did give:
And he just gratitude did show
To one that had oblig'd him so:
Nothing too much for her he thought,
By whom he was fo bred and taught,
So (early made that path to tread,
Which did his youth to honour lead)
His fhort life did a pattern give,

How neighbours, hufbands, friends, fhould live.

The virtues of a private life

Exceed the glorious noife and ftrife,
Of battles won: in thofe we find
The folid intereft of mankind.

Approv'd by all, and lov'd fo well, Though young, like fruit that's ripe, he fell.

EPITAPH

ON COLONEL CHARLES CAVENDISH.

Where Ca'endifh fought, the Royalifts prevail'd;
Neither his courage nor his judgment fail'd:
The current of his victories found no ftop,
Till Cromwell came, his party's chiefest prop.
Equal fuccefs had fet these champions high,
And both refolv'd to conquer or to die:
Virtue with rage, fury with valeur, ftrove;
But that must fall which is decreed above!
Cromwell, with odds of numbers and of fate,
Remov'd this bulwark of the Church and State:
Which the fad iffue of the war declar'd,
And made his task, to ruin both, lefs hard.
So when the bank neglected is o'erthrown,
The boundless torrent does the country drewn
Thus fell the young, the lovely, and the brave;
Strew bays and flowers upon his honour'd grave!

EPITAPH ON THE LADY SEDLEY.

HE

ERE lies the learned Savil's heir; So early wife, and lasting fair! That none, except her years they told, Thought her a child, or thought her old. All that her father knew, or got, His art, his wealth, fell to her lot: And the fo well improv'd that stock, Both of his knowledge and his flock: That Wit and Fortune, reconcil'd In her, upon each other smil'd. While the to every well-taught mind Was fo propitiously inclin'd, And gave fuch title to her store, That none, but th' ignorant, were poor. The Mufes daily found fupplies, Both from her hands and from her eyes; Her bounty did at once engage, And matchlefs beauty warm their rage. Such was this dame in calmer days, Her nation's ornament and praise! But when a ftorm difturb'd our reft,

HERE lies Charles Ca'endish: let the marble The port and refuge of th' oppreft.

ftone,

That hides his afhes, make his virtue known.
Beauty and valour did his fhort life grace;
The grief and glory of his noble race!
Early abroad he did the world furvey,
As if he knew he had not long to stay:
Saw what great Alexander in the Eaft,
And mighty Julius conquer'd in the weft.
Then, with a mind as great as theirs, he came
To find at home occafion for his fame :
Where dark confufion did the nations hide,
And where the jufter was the weaker fide.
Two loyal brothers took their Sovereign part,
Employ'd their wealth, their courage, and their

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This made her fortune understood,
And look'd on as fome public good;
So that (her person and her state
Exempted from the common fate)
In all our civil fury she
Stood, like a facred temple, free.
May here her monument stand so,
To credit this rude age! and fhow
To future times, that even we
Some patterns did of virtue fee:
And one fublime example had
Of good, among so many bad.

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'Tis not a noble corpfe alone does lie
Under this ftone, but a whole family:
His parents' pious care, their name, their joy,
And all their hope, lies buried with this boy :
This lovely youth! for whom we all made moan,
That knew his worth, as he had been our own.
Had there been space, and years enough allow'd,

EPITAPH

ON HENRY DUNCH, ESQ;

IN NEWINGTON CHURCH IN OXFORDSHIRE,

1686.

ERE lies the prop and glory of his race,

His courage, wit, and breeding to have show'd,' H Who, that no time his memory may deface,

We had not found, in all the numerous roll
Of his fam'd ancestors, a greater foul :
His early virtues to that ancient stock

Gave as much honour as from thence he took.
Like buds appearing ere the frofts are past,
To become man he made fuch fatal hafte;
And to perfection labour'd so to climb,
Preventing flow experience and time;

That 'tis no wonder death our hopes beguil❜d:
He's feldom old, that will not be a child.

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EPITAPH, UNFINISHED.

REAT foul! for whom death will no longer
stay,

But fends in hafte to fnatch our blifs away.
O cruel death! to those you take more kind,
Than to the wretched mortals left behind!
Here beauty, youth, and noble virtue fhin'd;
Free from the clouds of pride that shade the mind,
Infpir'd verfe may on this marble live,
But can no honour to thy afhes give.

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His grateful wife, under this fpeaking stone
His afhes hid, to make his merit known.
Sprung from an opulent and worthy line,

Whofe well-us'd fortune made their virtues shine.
A rich example his fair life did give,
How others fhould with their relations live.
A pious fon, a husband, and a friend,
To neighbours too his bounty did extend
So far, that they lamented when he died,
As if all to him had been near allied.

His curious youth would men and manners know,
Which made him to the fouthern nations go.
Nearer the fun, though they more civil feem,
Revenge and luxury have their efteem;
Which well obferving, he return'd with more
Value for England than he had before;
Her true religion, and her ftatutes too,
He practised not less than seek'd to know;
And the whole country griev'd for their ill fate,
To lose fo good, so just a magistrate.
To fhed a tear may readers be inclin'd,
And pray
for one he only left behind;
Till the who does inherit his estate,
May virtue love like him, and vices hate.

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HEUS, VIATOR! TUMULATUM VIDES
EDMUNDUM WALLER, QUI TANTI
NOMINIS POETA, ET IDEM AVITIS
OPIBUS, INTER PRIMOS SPECTABILIS,
MUSIS SE DEDIT, ET PATRIÆ,
NONDUM OCTODECENNALIS, INTER
ARDUA REGNI TRACTANTES SEDEM
HABUIT, A BURGO DE AGMONDESHAM
MISSUS. HIC VITÆ CURSUS; NEC
ONERI DEFUIT SENEX; VIXITQUE
SEMPER POPULO CHARUS, PRINCIPIBUS
IN DELICIIS, ADMIRATIONI OMNIBUS.
HIC CONDITUR TUMULO SUB EODEM
RARA VIRTUTF ET MULTA PROLE
NOBILIS UXOR, MARIA EX BRESSYORUM
FAMILIA, CUM EDMUNDO WALLER,
CONJUGE CHARISSIMO: QUEM TER ET
DECIES LÆTUM FECIT PATREM, V filiis,
FILIABUS VIII; QUOS MUNDO
DEDIT. ET IN COELUM REDIIT.

ON THE EAST END.

EDMUNDUS WALLER CUI HOC MARMOR
SACRUM EST, COLESHILL NASCENDI
LOCUM HABUIT; CANTABRIGIAM
STUDENDI; PATREM ROBERTUM ET
EX HAMPDENA STIRPE MATREM :
COEPIT VIVERE III MARTII, A.D. MDCV.
PRIMA UXOR ANNA EDWARDI BANKS
FILIA UNICA HÆRES. EX PRIMA BIS
PATER FACTUS; EX SECUNDA
TREDECIES; CUI ET DUO LUSTRA
SUPERSTES, OBIIT XXI OCTOB.
A. D. MDCLXXXVII.

ON THE NORTH SIDE.

HOC MARMORE EDMUNDO WALLER
MARIÆQUE EX SECUNDIS NUPTIIS
CONJUGI, PIENTISSIMIS PARENTIBUS,
PIIŠSIME PARENTAVIT EDMUNDUS
FILIUS HONORES BENE - MERENTIBUS
EXTREMOS DEDIT QUOS IPSE FUGIT.
EL. W. I. F. H. G. EX TESTAMENTO
H. M. P. IN JUL. MDCC.

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