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Other editions - View allCommon terms and phrasesAaron Hill Ætatis suæ Anno Anno Domini Arts atque Ben Jonson besore Bishop blest Body born buried Canterbury Cathedral Cathedral Christ Church College cujus Daugh Daughter Death departed this Lise died divine doth dy'd Earl Earth Ecclesiæ Edmund Spencer Elizabeth Ely Cathedral England Englijh Epitaph erected Esquire ev'ry faithsul Fame Fate Friend Glory Gloucester Cathedral Grace Grave hæc hath Heav'n Henry Hie jacet Honour hujus Inscription interred John John Hackett Lady Learning lest lies Lincoln Cathedral liv'd lived London Lord lov'd Love lyeth Marble marmore Memory Monument mortal Name natus ne'er noble o'er Obiit persect Peterborough Cathedral Piety Poet Pope Prebendary Prince quæ quam Queen quod Regis Reign rest sacred sine sirst Soul Stone thee theresore Thomas thou thro Tomb Tumulus Verse Virtue vitæ vixit weep Westminster Abbey William Wise worthy Wyff Yere Youth Popular passagesPage 280 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere... Page 268 - Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died. Page 150 - ... you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature. Page 182 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. Page 97 - His Prince's nearest joy and grief, He had, yet wanted all relief; The prop and ruin of the state; The people's violent love and hate; «° One in extremes loved and abhorred. Riddles lie here, or in a word — Here lies blood; and let it lie Speechless still and never cry. Page 274 - Yet softer honours, and less noisy fame, Attend the shade of gentle Buckingham : In whom a race, for courage fam'd and art, Ends in the milder merit of the heart : And, chiefs or sages long to Britain given, Pays the last tribute of a saint to Heaven. Page 175 - Muses' pride, Patron of arts, and judge of nature, died. The scourge of pride, though sanctified or great, Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state : Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Page 112 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong... Page 3 - Then take Mat's word for it, the sculptor is paid ; That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye ; Yet credit but lightly what more may be said, For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie. Page 33 - Sincere, though prudent; constant, yet resign'd; Honour unchang'd, a principle profest, Fix'd to one side, but moderate to the rest: An honest courtier, yet a patriot too, Just to his prince, and to his country true, Fill'd with the sense of age, the fire of youth, A scorn of wrangling, yet a zeal for truth; A generous faith, from superstition free; A love to peace, and hate of tyranny; Such this man was; who now, from earth remov'd, At length enjoys that liberty he lov'd. Bibliographic information
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