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A Select Collection of Epitaphs and Monumental Inscriptions, with Anecdotes ...
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admiral admiral Byng blest born brave breast breath Buckinghamshire buried Church Church-Yard command Count d'Estrées court daughter dead death died dust dy'd e'en e'er earl earth Edward epitaph erected ev'ry eyes fame fate father fleet genius glory grace grave grief Hampden hath heart heav'n Henry Henry Jenkins Henry Marten honest honour honour'd humble inscription James James Quin King Charles Kingston upon Hull laid lies John lies the body life's liv'd lived lord Russell lov'd mankind marble Mary MATTHEW PRIOR memory merit mind monument ne'er never numbers o'er parish parliament PAUL WHITEHEAD peace pleas'd poet poor praise prince Queen Reader rest Richard Haddock ROBERT DODSLEY sacred Sarah Drew ship snatch'd soldier soul Stepney sweet tear tender thee thou thought thro tomb Twas virtue virtuous weep Westminster Abbey wife William Wrexham youth
Стр. 148 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Стр. 188 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Стр. 76 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
Стр. 76 - Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest, was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind.
Стр. 222 - JLjO ! where this silent Marble weeps, A Friend, a Wife, a Mother sleeps : A Heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful Virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and faith sincere, • And soft humanity were there.
Стр. 189 - Here rests a woman, good without pretence, Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense ; No conquest she, but o'er herself desir'd ; No arts essay'd, but not to be admir'd.
Стр. 183 - To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near, Here lies the friend most loved, the son most dear; Who ne'er knew joy, but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Стр. 179 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Стр. 210 - Parcae thought him one, He played so truly. So by error to his fate They all consented; But viewing him since (alas, too late) They have repented. And have sought (to give new birth) In baths to steep him; But, being so much too good for earth, Heaven vows to keep him.
Стр. 75 - As an actor, confest without rival to shine ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art ; Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting ; 'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.