To please a Mistress one afpers'd his life;
He lath'd him not, but let her be his wife:
Let Budgel charge low Grulstreet on his quill,
And write whate'er he pleas'd, except his Will;
Let the two Curls of town and court, abufe
His father, mother, body, foul, and mufe.
Yet why? that Father held it for a rule,
It was a fin to call our neighbour fool:

That harmless Mother thought no wife a whôre :
Hear this, and ipare his family, James Moore !
Unfpotted names, and memorable long!

If there be force in Virtue, or in Song.

Of gentle blood (part shed in Honour's caufe, While yet in Britain Honour had applause)

Each parent fprung----A. What fortune, pray?---
P. Their own

And better got, than Beflia's from the throne.
Born to no Pride, inheriting no strife,

Nor marrying Difcord in a noble wife,
Stranger to civil and religious rage,

The good man walk'd innoxious thro' his agc.
No Courts he faw, no fuits would ever try,
Nor dar'd an Oath, nor hazarded a Lye.
Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's fubtile art,
No language, but the language of the heart.
By Nature honeft, by Experience wife,
Healthy by temperance, and by exercife;
His life, tho' long, to sickness past unknown,
His death was inftant, and without a groan.

O grant me, thus to live, and thus to die!

Who fprung from kings fhall know lefs joy than I.

O Friend may each domeftic blefs be thine! Be no unpleafing Melancholy mine:

Me, let the tender office long engage,

To rock the cradle of repofing Age,

With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,

Make Languor smile, and smooth the bed of Death,
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep a while one parent from the sky!
On cares like these if length of days attend,
May heav'n, to blefs thofe days, preferve my friend,
Preferve him focial, chearful, and ferene,

And just as rich as when he ferv'd a QUEEN.
A. Whether that bleffing be deny'd or giv'n,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heav'n.