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Born to command, a leader he begun,
And on the rebels lafting honour won:
The Horse, inftructed by their General's worth,
Still made the King victorious in the North:
Where Ca'ndish fought, the Royalifts prevail'd;
Neither his courage nor his judgment fail'd:
The current of his victories found no stop,
Till Cromwell came, his party's chiefest prop.
Equal fuccefs had set these champions high,
And both resolv'd to conquer or to die :
Virtue with rage, fury with valour, ftrove;
But that muft fall which is decreed above!
Cromwell, with odds of number and of fate,
Remov'd this bulwark of the Church and State:
Which the fad iffue of the war declar'd,
And made his task, to ruin both, lefs hard.
So when the bank neglected is o'erthrown,
The boundless torrent does the country drown.
Thus fell the young, the lovely, and the brave;
Strew bays and flowers upon his honour'd grave!

EPITAPH ON THE LADY SEDLEY,

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ERE lies the learned Savil's heir;

So early wife, and lasting fair!
That none, except her years they told,
Thought her a child, or thought her old.
All that her father knew, or gɔt,
His art, his wealth, fell to her lot:
And the fo well improv'd that stock,
Both of his knowledge and his flock;

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That Wit and Fortune, reconcil'd
In her, upon each other fmil'd.
While fhe to every well-taught mind
Was fo propitiously inclin'd,

And gave fuch title to her store,

That none, but th' ignorant, were poor.
The Mufes daily found fupplies,
Both from her hands and from her eyes;
Her bounty did at once engage,

And matchless beauty warm their rage.
Such was this dame in calmer days,
Her nation's ornament and praife!
But when a ftorm disturb'd our reft,
The port and refuge of th' oppreft.
This made her fortune, understood,
And look'd on as fome public good;
So that (her perfon and her ftate
Exempted from the common fate)
In all our civil fury she

Stood, like a facred temple, free.
May here her monument stand so,
To credit this rude age! and fhow
To future times, that even we
Some patterns did of virtue fee:
And one fublime example had
Of good, among so many bad.

EPITAPH,

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To be written under the Latin Infcription upon the Tomb of the only Son of the Lord ANDOVER.

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IS fit the English reader should be told,

In our own language, what this tomb does hold. 'Tis not a noble corpfe alone does lie

Under this ftone, but a whole family :

His parents' pious care, their name, their joy,
And all their hope, lies buried with this boy:
This lovely youth! for whom we all made moan,
That knew his worth, as he had been our own.

Had there been space, and years enough allow'd,
His courage, wit, and breeding to have show'd,
We had not found, in all the numerous roll
Of his fam'd ancestors, a greater foul:
His early virtues to that ancient stock

Gave as much honour as from thence he took.
Like buds appearing ere the frofts are past,
To become man he made such fatal hafte;
And to perfection labour'd so to climb,
Preventing flow experience and time;

That 'tis no wonder death our hopes beguil'd:
He 's feldom old, that will not be a child.

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REAT foul! for whom death will no longer stay, But fends in hafte to fnatch our blifs away. O cruel death! to those you take more kind, Than to the wretched mortals left behind! Here beauty, youth, and noble virtue shin'd; Free from the clouds of pride that shade the mind. Inspired verfe may on this marble live, But can no honour to thy ashes give.

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EPITAPH

On HENRY DUNCH, Efq;

In Newington Church in Oxfordshire, 1686,

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ERE lies the prop and glory of his race,

Who, that no time his memory may deface,
His grateful wife, under this fpeaking stone
His afhes hid, to make his merit known.
Sprung from an opulent and worthy line,
Whofe well-us'd fortune made their virtues fhine,
A rich example his fair life did give,
How others fhould with their relations live.
A pious fon, a husband, and a friend,
To neighbours too his bounty did extend
So far, that they lamented when he died,
As if all to him had been near allied.

His curious youth would men and manners know,
Which made him to the fouthern nations go.
Nearer the fun, though they more civil feem,
Revenge and luxury have their efteem;
Which well obferving, he return'd with more
Value for England than he had before;

Her true religion, and her ftatutes too,
He practifed not lefs than feek'd to know;

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