VIII. Upon young Master ROGERS of Gloucestershire. OF gentle blood, his parents' only treasure, More mod'rate gifts might have prolong'd his date, But, knowing heav'n his home, to shun delay, IX. ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL. Set to Music by Dr. BLOW. MARK how the lark and linnet sing: With rival notes They strain their warbling throats, To welcome in the spring. But, in the close of night; When Philomel begins her heav'nly lay; They cease their mutual spite, Drink in her music with delight, And, list'ning, silently obey." II. So ceas'd the rival crew, when Purcell came; Struck dumb, they all admir'd the godlike man: The godlike man, Alas! too soon retir'd, As he too late began. We beg not Hell our Orpheus, to restore: Had he been there, Their sov'reign's fear Had sent him back before. The pow'r of harmony too well they knew:* He, long ere this, had tun'd their jarring sphere, And left no Hell below. III. The heav'nly choir, who heard his notes from high, Let down the scale of music from the sky: They handed him along; And all the way he taught, and all the sung: way they Ye brethren of the lyre and tuneful voice! X. EPITAPH ON THE LADY WHITMORE. FAIR, kind, and true! a treasure each alone, * Rather they'd know. Rest in this tomb, rais'd at thy husband's cost, Come, Virgins! ere in equal bands ye join, Come first and offer at her sacred shrine; Pray but for half the virtues of this wife, Compound for all the rest, with longer life; And wish your vows, like hers, may be return'd; So lov'd when living, and when dead so mourn'd. XI. EPITAPH ON SIR PALMES FAIRBONE'S TOMB IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY. Sacred to the immortal Memory of Sir PALMES FAIRBONE, Knight, Governor of Tangier; in Execution of which Command he was mortally wounded by a Shot from the Moors, then besieging the Town, in the forty-sixth Year of his Age, October 24, 1680. Y E sacred Relics! which your marble keep, Here, undisturb'd by wars, in quiet sleep: Discharge the trust which, when it was below, Fairbone's undaunted soul did undergo, And be the town's Palladium from the foe. Alive, and dead, these walls he will defend : Great actions great examples must attend. The Candian siege his early valour knew, Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue: From thence returning with deserv'd applause, Against the Moors his well-flesh'd sword he draws; 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. Like rising flames expanding in their height; XII. On the Monument of a fair maiden Lady, who died at Bath, and is there interred. BELOW ELOW this marble monument is laid All that Heav'n wants of this celestial maid. So faultless was the frame, as if the whole For human thoughts, but was confin'd to pray'r. } |