From thence returning with deserv'd applause,
Against the Moors his well-flesh'd fword hedraws;
The fame the courage, and the fame the cause.
His youth and age, his life and death, combine,
As in fome great and regular defign,
All of a piece throughout, and all divine.
Still nearer heav'n his virtues fhone more bright,
Like rifing 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 fo well;
Which his pleas'd eyes beheld before their close,
Follow'd by thousand victims of his foes,
To his lamented lofs for time to come
His pious widow confecrates this tomb.

UNDER

Mr. MILTON's Picture,

TH

Before his PARAdise Lost.

HREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first, in loftinefs 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.

ΟΝ ΤΗ Ε

MONUMENT

OF A

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

ELOW this marble monument is laid

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

And she wou'd lofe, 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 fuch harmonious

grace:

So faultlefs was the frame, as if the whole
Had been an emanation of the foul;
Which her own inward fymmetry reveal'd;
And like a picture fhone, in glass anneal'd.
Or like the fun eclips'd, with shaded light :
Too piercing, elfe, to be fuftain'd by fight.
Each thought was vifible that roll'd within :
As thro a crystal case the figur'd hours are seen.
And heav'n did this tranfparent veil provide,
Because she had no guilty thought to hide.
All white, a virgin-faint, fhe fought the skies:
For marriage, tho it fullies 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 tranfcended all her kind.
Yet fhe had learn'd fo much of heaven below,
That when arriv'd, fhe fcarce had more to know:
But only to refresh the former hint ;
And read her Maker in a fairer print.

So pious, as she had no time to spare

For human thoughts, but was confin'd to pray'r. Yet in fuch charities the pafs'd the day,

'Twas wond'rous how the found an hour to pray. A foul fo calm, it knew not ebbs or flows, Which paffion cou'd but curl, not difcompofe. A female foftnefs, with a manly mind:

A daughter duteous, and a fifter kind:

In fickness patient, and in death refign'd.

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Mrs. MARGARET PASTON,

S

Of BURNINGHAM in NORFOLK.

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

So ripe a judgment, and fo 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 fo well exprest,
Her very fight upbraided all the reft;
Too juftly ravish'd from an age like this,

Now he is gone, the world is of a piece.

ON THE

MONUMENT

O F THE

MARQUIS of WINCHESTER,

H

E, who in impious times undaunted stood, And midst rebellion durft be juft and good; Whofe arms afferted, and whofe fufferings more Confirm'd the caufe for which he fought before; Rests here, rewarded by an heav'nly prince; For what his earthly could not recompence. Pray reader that fuch times no more appear: Or, if they happen, learn true honor here. Ask of this age's faith and loyalty, Which, to preferve them, heav'n confin'd in thee. Few fubjects could a king like thine deferve: And fewer, fuch a king, fo well could ferve. Bleft king, bleft subject, whose exalted state By fufferings rofe, and gave the law to fate. Such fouls are rare, but mighty patterns giv'n To earth, and meant for ornaments to heav'n.