He laugh'd at fate;

Despis'd the great;

Was happy in his fav'rite dram;

And pity'd those who others damn.
Liv'd to the age of sixty-seven,
Spurn'd at this earth, and flew to heav'n,

St. Mary Key Church, Ipswich.

William Haslewood, son of William Haslewood,
Mariner, died July 8, 1643,

The hasil-nut our children crops;
God Haslewood in childhood lopes:

Then parents yield, God said he's mine,
And took him home, say not he's thine.

CHESHUNT CHURCH YARD.

To the memory of Richard Hind.

Here lies the body of Richard Hind.

Who was neither ingenious, sober, or kind.

Sr. EDMUND'S BURY.

On a Sexton.

I that had carried a hundred bodies brave,
Was carried by a fever to my grave :
I carried and was carried, so that's even;
May I be porter to the gates of heaven.

On a Child.

From thy quick death, conclude we must,
The fairest flowers are gather'd first.

Ockham Church Yard, Surrey.

On John Sprong, a Carpenter, who died 1736. Fell'd by Death's sure hatchet, here lies Sprong, Who many a sturdy oak has laid along; Posts oft he made, yet ne'er a place could get; And liv'd by railing tho' he was no wit: Old saws he had altho' no antiquarian ; Stiles he corrected, yet was no grammarian, Long liv'd he Ockham's premier architect; And lasting as his fame a tomb t'erect, In vain we seek an artist such as he,

Whose pales and gates were for eternity.

Here doth he rest from all life's cares, and follies, O spare, kind heav'n! his fellow-lab'rer Hollis.

By MATTHEW PRIOR,

Intended for his own Monument.

As doctors give physic by way of prevention,
Matt alive and in health of his tomb-stone took

care;

For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention

May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir.

Then take Matt's word for it, the sculptor is paid; That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye; Yet credit but lightly what more may be said;

For we flatter ourselves and teach marble to lye. Yet counting so far as to fifty his years,

His virtues and vices were as other men's are; High hopes he conceiv'd, and he smother'd great fears;

In a life party-colour'd, half pleasure, half care. Nor to business a drudge, nor to faction a slave, He strove to make int'rest and freedom agree; In public employments industrious and grave; But alone with his friends, Lord! how merry he!

Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot,

was

Both fortunes he try'd but to neither would trust, And whirl'd in the round as the wheel turn'd about, He found riches had wings, and he knew man was but dust.

This verse, little polish'd, tho' mighty sincere,
Sets neither his titles nor merits to view :
It says, that his relics collected lie here,

And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true. Fierce robbers there are that infest the highway;

So Matt may be kill'd, and his bones never found; False witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea,

So Matt may yet chance to be hang'd or be drown'd. If his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air,

To fate we must yield, and the thing is the same; And if passing thou giv'st him a smile or a tear, He cares not-yet pr'ythee be kind to his fame.

ON MATTHEW PRIOR, Esq.

On his Monument in Westminster Abbey. Whilst he was planning a history of his own times, A slow fever put an end to his life,

September 18, 1721, in the 57th year of his age. The accomplished person who is here interred, Was Secretary to King William and Queen Mary, At the Congress of the Confederates Held at the Hague, 1690,

To the British Embassy

At the Peace of Ryswick, 1697,

To that of France the year following,

And likewise the same year, in 1698, in Ireland.

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In 1700 he was appointed a commissioner of
Trade and Plantations,

And in 1711, of the Customs,
In 1711 he was sent by Queen Anne
(of glorious memory)

As Plenipotentiary

to Lewis the 14th King of France, For confirming that Peace which still continues, And of which all good men

wish the continuation. MATTHEW PRIOR, Esq.

Whose learning, wit, and humanity, did him more honour, than all the posts which he filled with so much applause.

His natural inclination to learning

received its polish in the school near this Abbey: The superior sciences he studied, with distinguished

success,

At St. John's College, in Cambridge; And these advantages were compleated by the conversation of eminent persons.

With such a genius and education,
He persevered in cultivating the Muses;
and, after the seriousness of politics,
used to relax his mind

In the amenities of polite literature.
Happy in all kinds of poetry,.

In tales unequalled;

And these were rather easy entertainments