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Though so to pray may seem an easy task, But, had like virtue shin'd in that fair Greek,
And better fate, had perished alone.
OF A LADY WHO WRIT IN PRAISE OF MIRA. But use our bounty that they may be won. While she pretends to make the graces known
VI. Guard us from all temptations of the foe: Of matchless Mira, she reveals her own; And those we may in several stations know:
And, when she wonld another's praise indite,
Is by her glass instructed how to write.
TO ONE MARRIED TO AN OLD MAN.
Since thou wouldst needs (bewitch'd with some ill
charms !) Favete linguis!......
Be bury'd in those monumental arins: Virginibus puerisque canto. Horat. All we can wish, is-May that earth lie light
Upon thy tender limbs! and so good night!
FOREGOING DIVINE POEMS6,
The seas are quiet, when the winds give o'er :
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
...... Miratur limen Olympi. Virg.
AN EPIGRAM ON A PAINTED LADY WITH ILL
EPIGRAM UPON THE GOLDEN MEDAL.
EPIGRAMS, EPITAPIS, AND FRAG
Rex turbâ, simplex et diadema gerens,
Ed. Waller, Armiger, Coll. Regal.
WRITTEN ON A CARD THAT HER MAJESTY 9
TORE AT OMBRE.
UNDER A LADY'S PICTURE.
6 See, in Duke's Poems, an elegant compliment TO MR. GRANVILLE (AFTERWARDS LORD LANDA, to Mr. Waller, on this his last production. N.
DOWN) ON HIS VERSES TO KING JAMES II. 7 From Rex Redux; being Cambridge verses on An early plant! which such a blossom bears, the return of Charles I. from Scotland, after his And shows a genius so beyond his years; coronation there in 1633. * Paris.
9 Queen Catharine. VOL VIII.
A judgment ! that could make so fair a choice;
Nor the brave Macedonian youth' alone,
But base Caligula, when on the throne,
As if the world depended on his nod.
The Syrian king ? to beasts was headlong thrown, Circles are prais'd, not that abound
Ere to himself he could be mortal known. In largeness, but th' exactly round:
The meanest wretch, if Heaven should give him line, So life we praise, that does excel
Would never stop, till he were thought divine:
All might within discern the serpent's pride,
Let the proud peacock his gay feathers spread,
And woo the female to his painted bed:
Let winds and seas together rage and swell: Though we may seem importunate,
This Nature teaches, and becomes them well. While your compassion we implore:
Pride was not made for men 3: a conscious sense They, whom you make too fortunate,
Of guilt and folly, and their consequence,
Destroys the claim: and to beholders tells,
TRANSLATED OUT OF FRENCH. Fade, flowers, fade; Nature will have it so;
EPITAPH ON SIR GEORGE SPEKE. "Tis but what we must in our autumn do! And, as your leaves lie quiet on the ground,
UNDER this stone lies virtue, youth, The loss alone by those that lov'd them found:
Unblemish'd probity, and truth : So, in the grave, shall we as quiet lie,
Just unto all relations known, Miss'd by some few that lov'd our company.
A worthy patriot, pious son: But some so like to thorns and nettles live,
Whom neighbouring towns so often sent,
With lives and fortunes trusting one,
Contented with an old estate,
Nor wanton luxury make less.
While yet but young, his father dy'd,
And left him to an happy guide: Rome's holy days you tell, as if a guest
Not Lemuel's mother with more care With the old Romans you were wont to feast. Did counsel or instruct ber heir; Numa's religion, by themselves believ'd,
Or teach with more success her son Excels the true, only in show receiv'd.
The vices of the time to shun. They made the nations round about them bow, An heiress, she, while yet alive, With their dictators taken from the plough: All that was hers to him did give: Such power has justice, faith, and honesty ! And he just gratitude did show The world was conquer'd by morality.
To one that had oblig'd him so: Seeming devotion does but gild a knave,
Nothing too much for her he thought, That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave: By whom he was so bred and taught, But, where religion does with virtue join,
So (early made that path to tread,
Which did his youth to honour lead)
The virtues of a private life
Of battles won: in those we find
The solid interest of mankind.
Approv'd by all, and lov'd so well,
EPITAPH ON COLONEL CHARLES CAVENDISH. Is not th' effect of gratitude alone,
Here lies Charles Ca'ndish: let the marble stone, To which we owe the statue and the stone :
That hides his ashes, make his virtue known. But Heaven this lasting monument has wrought, Reauty and valour did his short life grace ; That mortals may eternally be taught,
The grief and glory of his noble race! Rebellion, though successful, is but vain;
Early abroad he did the world survey,
As if he knew he had not long to stay :
Alexander. 2 Nebuchadnezzar. 3 Ecclus. X. 18.
Saw what great Alexander in the East
EPITAPH TO BE WRITTEN UNDER THE LATIN Then, with a mind as great as theirs, he came
INSCRIPTION UPON THE TOMB OF THE ONLY To find at home occasion for his fame :
SON OF THE LORD ANDOVER.
'Tis fit the English réader should be told,
Under this stone, but a whole family: The younger brought his conduct and his sword.
His parents' pious care, their name, their joy, Born to command, a leader he begun,
And all their hope, lies buried with this boy: And on the rebels lasting honour won:
This lovely youth! for whom we all made moan, The horse, instructed by their general's worth, That knew his worth, as he had been our own. Still made the king victorious in the North:
Had there been space and years enough allow'd, Where Ca’ndish fought, the royalists prevail'd; His courage, wit, and breeding to have show'd, Neither his courage nor his judgment fail'd: We had not found, in all the numerous roll The current of his victories found no stop,
Of his fam'd ancestors, a greater soul: Till Cromwell came, his party's chiefest prop His early virtues to that ancient stock Equal success had set these champions high, Gave as much honour, as from thence he took. And both resolv'd to conquer or to die:
Like buds appearing ere the frosts are past, Virtue with rage, fury with valour, strove;
To become man be made such fatal haste, But that must fall which is decreed above! And to perfection labour'd so to climb, Cromwell, with odds of number and of Fate,
Preventing slow experience and time, Remov'd this balwark of the church and state:
That 'tis no wonder Death our hopes beguild: Which the sad issue of the war declar'd,
He's seldom old, that will not be a child.
Great soul! for whom Death will no longer stay,
O cruel Death! to those you take more kind,
Than to the wretched mortals left behind! HERE lies the learned Savil's heir ;
Here beauty, youth, and noble virtue shin'd; So early wise, and lasting fair!
Free from the clouds of pride that shade the mind. That none, except her years they told,
Inspir'd verse may on this marble live,
But can no honour to thy ashes give.
EPITAPH ON HENRY DUNCH, ESQ.
IN NEWINGTON CHURCH IN OXFORDSHINE, 1686. In her, upon each other smil'd. While she to every well-tanght mind
Here lies the prop and glory of his race, Was so propitionsly inclin'd,
Who, that no time his memory may deface, And gave such title to her store,
His grateful wife, under this speaking stone That none, but th' ignorant, were poor.
His ashes hid, to make his merit known. The Muses daily found supplies,
Sprung from an opulent and worthy line, Both from her hands and from her eyes;
Whose well-us'd fortune made their virtues shine, Her bounty did at once engage,
A rich example his fair life did give, And matchless beanty warm their rage.
How others should with their relations live. Such was this dame in calmer days,
A pious son, a husband, and a friend, Her nation's ornament and praise !
To neighbours too his bounty did extend But, when a storin disturb'd our rest,
So far, that they lamented when he died, The port and refuge of th' opprest.
As if all to him had been near allied. This made her fortune understood,
His curious youth would men and manners know, And look'd on as some public good;
Which made him to the southern nations go. So that (her person and her state
Nearer the Sun, though they more civil seem, Exempted from the common fate)
Revenge and luxury have their esteem; In all our civil fury she
Which well observing, he return'd with inore Stood, like a sacred temple, free.
Value for England, than he had before; May here her monument stand so,
Her true religion, and her statutes too, To credit this rude age! and show
He practised not less than seek'd to know; To future times, that even we
And the whole country gricv'd for their ill fate, Some patterns did of virtue see:
To lose so good, so just a magistrate. And one sublime example had
To shed a tear may readers be inclin'd, Of good, among so many bad.
And pray for one he only left behind,
Till she, who does inherit his estate, 4 William earl of Devonshire.
May virtue love like him, and vices hate.
SEMPER POPULO CHARUS, PRINCIPIBUS
HIC CONDITUR TUMULO SUB EODEM
RARA VIRTUTE ET MULTA PROLE
NOBILIS UXOR, MARIA EX BRESSYORUM MR. WALLER'S MONUMENT,
FAMILIA, CUM EDMUNDO WAILER,
CONJUGE CHARISSIMO: QUEM TER ET IN BECONSFIELD CHURCH-YARD, IN BUCKING DECIES LÆTUM FECIT PATREM, V FI. HAMSHIRE;
LIIS, FILIABUS VIII; QUOS MUNDO WETIEN BY MR. RYMER, LATE HISTORIOGRAPHER-ROYAL.. DEDIT, ET IN COELUM REDIIT.
On the West end.
PCETAS SUI TEMPORIS FACILE
LINGUA QUOD CREDAS, SI GRÆCE LATINEQUE INTERMITTERENT, MUS.E
LOQUI AMARENT ANGLICE.
On the East end.
LOCUM HABUIT; CANTABRIGIAM
EX HAMPDENA STIRPE MATREM:
PRIMA UXOR ANNA EDWARDI BANKS
PATER FACTUS; EX SECUNDA
A. D. MDCLXXXVII.
On the South side.
EDMUNDUM WALLER, QUI TANTI
MUSIS SE DERIT, ET PATRIÆ,
MISSUS. HIC VITÆ CURSUS; NEC
On the North side.
MARIÆQUE EX SECUNDIS NUPTIIS
PIISSIME 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.