From thence returning with deserv'd applause,
Against the Moors his well-flesh'd sword hedraws;
The same the courage, and the same the cause.
His youth and age, his life and death, combine,
As in some great and regular design,
All of a piece throughout, and all divine.
Still nearer heav'n his virtues shone more bright,
Like rising flames expanding in their height;
The martyr's glory crown'd the foldiers fight.
More bravely British general never fell,
Nor general's death was e'er reveng'd lo well;
Which his pleas'd eyes beheld before their clofe,
Follow'd by thoufand victims of his foes.
To his lamented lofs for time to come
His pious widow consecrates this tomb.

UNDER

Mr. MILTON's Picture,

Before his PARADISE Lost.

TH

HREE Poets, in three diftant ages born,

Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first, in loftiness of thought surpass’d ; The next, in majesty ; in both the last. The force of nature cou'd no further go; To make a third, the join'd the former two.

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FAIR MAIDEN LADY, Who dy'd at BATH, and is there interred.

E LOW this marble monument is laid

All that heav'n wants of this celestial maid Preserve, O sacred tomb, thy trust confign'd ; The mold was made on purpose for the mind :

And she wou'd lose, if, at the latter day,
One atom cou'd be mix'd of other clay.
Such were the features of her heav'nly face,
Her limbs were form'd with such harmonious

grace:
So faultless was the frame, as if the whole
Had been an emanation of the foul ;
Which her own inward symmetry reveald ;
And like a picture shone, in glass anneald.
Or like the fun eclips'd, with shaded light :
Too piercing; else; to be sustain'd by fight.
Each thought was visible that rolld within :
As thro a crystal case the figurd hours are seeni.
And heav'n did this transparent veil provide,
Because she had no guilty thought to hide.
All white, a virgin-faint, she fought the skies :
For marriage, tho it sullies not, it dies.
High tho her wit, yet humble was her mind;
As if the cou'd not, or The wou'd not find
How much her worth transcended all her kind.
Yet she had learn'd so much of heaven below,
That when arriv'd, the searce had more to know :
But only to refresh the former hint

i And read her Maker" in a fairer print.

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So pious, as she had no time to spare
For human thoughts, but was confin’d to pray'r.
Yet in such charities the pass’d the day, : :
'Twas wond'rous how the found an hour to pray.
A foul so calm, it knew not ebbs or flows,
Which passion cou'd but curl, not discompose.
A female softness, with a manly mind :

A daughter duteous, and a sister kind:
In sickness patient, and in death resign’d.

O fair, fo young, so innocent, so sweet,

So ripe a judgment, and so rare a wit, Require at least an age in one to meet. In her they met; but long they could not stay, 'Twas gold too fine to mix without allay. Heaven's image was in her so well exprest, Her

very fight upbraided all the rest; Too justly ravish'd from an age like this, Now she is gone, the world is of a piece.

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MONUMENT

QF

THE

MARQU Iş of WINCHESTER,

E, who in impious times undaunted stood,

And midst rebellion durft be just and good; Whose arms afferted, and whofe fufferings more Confirm'd the cause for which he fought before; Rests here, rewarded by an heav'nly prince; For what his earthly could not recompence. Pray reader that such times no more appear : Or, if they happen, learn true honor here. Ask of this age's faith and loyalty, Which, to preserve them, heav'n confin'd in thee, Few subjects could a king like thine deserve: And fewer, such a king, fo well could serve. Blest king, bļest subject, whose exalted state By sufferings rose, and gave the law to fate. Such souls are rare, but mighty patterns giv'n To earth, and meant for ornaments to heav'n.