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Bid them in Duty's Sphere as meekly move;
On the Countefs Dowager of Pembroke.
UNDERNEATH this Marble Hearle
of all Verse, Sydney's Sister, Pembroke's Mother
; Death, ere thou haft kill'd another, Fair and learn'd, and good as she, Time shall throw a Dart at Thee.
An EPITAPH by Ben. JOHNSON.
NDERNEATH this Stone doth lie
Which when alive did Vigour give
On Sir Godfrey Kneller. POPE.
NELLER, by Heav'n, and not a Master taught,
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
On the Czar Peter the Great PLAIN DEALER.
Here under Deposited
It is almost superfluous to add
A Title !
Let Antiquity be dumb,
Or her CÆSAR.
How ea'y was Victory
And whose Soldiers felt a noble Disdain,
Neither covetous of Fame,
Nor liberal of Danger;
Yet, even These
And, breaking out, like a New Sun.
To illuminate the Minds of a People, Dispelld their Night of Hereditary Darkness :
'Till, by Force of his invincible Influence.
He taught them to conquer
Even the Conquerors of Germany.
Blush, O ART!
Exult, O NATURE!
The Infcription on Shakespear's Monument, taken from
HE Cloud-capt Towers, the gorgeous Palaces,
The folemn Temples, the great Globe itself;
Ode to Charity, By Mifs H. More.
CHARITY, divinely Wise,
Thou meek-ey'd Daughter of the Skies !
The beatific Vision shines,
PARENT OF LIFE, ANCIENT OF DAYS!
II. O thou,
thou, enthron'd in Realms above, Bright Emuence of that boundless Love, Whence Joy and Peace in Streams unsullied flow, deign to make thy lov’d Abode below!
Tho' sweeter Strains pour'd from my Tongue,
Whatever Art or Nature taught,
Tho' my prophetic Spirit knew
To bring Futurity to View,
Come then, thou sweet celestial Guest,
And HOPE, fair Harbinger of Light,
Virtue the only Nobility. YOUNG.
Nothing-but Merit in a low Estate.
* There is a small Alteration here.
E Vain ! defist from your erroneous Strife;
Be wise, and quit the false Sublime of Life. The true Ambition there alone resides, Where Justice dictates, and where Wisdom guides ; Where inward Dignity joins outwård State, Our Purpose good, as our Atchievement great ; Where public Blefings public Praise attend, Where Glory is our Motive, not our End. Would'It thou be fam'd? Keep those high Deeds in
View Brave Men would act, tho' Scandal should ensue.
The pursuit of Fame,
YOUNG. 7HAT can be emptier than the Chace of