EPIGRAM. ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG, WHICH I GAVE I AM his Highness' dog at Kew; EPIGRAM. OCCASIONED BY AN INVITATION TO COURT. IN the lines that you sent are the Muses and Graces; You've the Nine in your wit, and the Three in your faces. ON AN OLD GATE ERECTED IN CHISWICK GARDENS. O GATE, how camest thou here? GATE. I was brought from Chelsea last year, Batter'd with wind and weather. Inigo Jones put me together. Sir Hans Sloane, Let me alone: Burlington brought me hither. 1742. A FRAGMENT...VERSES TO MR. C. A FRAGMENT. 247 AH, friend! 'tis true-this truth you lovers know- To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds! VERSES TO MR. C. ST. JAMES'S PLACE. LONDON, OCTOBER 22. FEW words are best; I wish you well; If, in this interval, between The falling leaf and coming frost, You please to see, on Twit'nam green, Your friend, your poet, and your host; For three whole days you here may rest, From office, business, news, and strife; And (what most folks would think a jest) Want nothing else, except your wife. EPITAPHS. His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani VIRG. ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET, IN THE CHURCH OF WITHYAM, SUSSEX. DORSET, the grace of courts, the Muses' pride, Bless'd satirist! who touch'd the mean so true, Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets, shine, And patriots still, or poets, deck the line. 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 A PLEASING form, a firm, yet cautious, mind; An honest courtier, yet a patriot too, ON THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT, ONLY SON OF THE LORD CHANCELLOR HARCOURT, At the Church of Stanton-Harcourt, Oxfordshire, 1720. To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near; Here lies the friend most loved, the son most dear; Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died. How vain is reason, eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak. Oh! let thy once-loved friend inscribe thy stone, And with a father's sorrows mix his own! ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ. IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. JACOBUS CRAGGS, REGI MAGNE BRITANNIE A SECRETIS, PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIA: ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XVI. M.DCC.XX. STATESMAN, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear! Who broke no promise, served no private end, INTENDED FOR MR. ROWE, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. THY reliques, Rowe! to this fair urn we trust, ON MRS. CORBET, WHO DIED OF A CANCER IN HER BREAST. HERE rests a woman, good without pretence, |