174 ROCHESTER. ROSCOMMON. — OTWAY. EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680. Here lies our sovereign lord the king, He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one. Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II. And ever since the conquest have been fools. Artemisa in the Town to Chloe in the Country. EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1634-1685. Essay on Translated Verse. THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685. O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee There's in you all that we believe of heaven; Eternal joy, and everlasting love. Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1 SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 1649-1721. Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. Essay 'n Poetry. There's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw. Ibid. Read Homer once, and you can read no more, For all books else appear so mean, so poor; Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need. Ibid. NATHANIEL LEE. 1650-1692. Then he will talk — good gods, how he will talk! Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. See the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpet, beat the drums. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'Tis beauty calls and glory leads the way. When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2. DR. WALTER POPE. — NORRIS.—BROWN. May DR. WALTER POPE. 1714. I govern my passion with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better, as my strength wears away. The Old Man's Wish. JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711. How fading are the joys we dote upon! But those which soonest take their flight The Parting. TOM BROWN. 1704. I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; MARTIAL, Ep. 1. xxxiii Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas ; Je n'en saurois dire la cause, Je sais seulement un chose; C'est que je ne vous aime pas. Roger Db Bussy, Comte de Rabutin, Epistle 33, Book 1 DEFOE.-GIFFORD.-PRIOR. DANIEL DEFOE. 1061-1731. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, 177 The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1. RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; And to her faults whate'er they are be blind. Prologue to the Royal Mischief. Abra was ready ere I called her name; Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Part ii. * See Proverbs, page 411. Of two evils I have chose the least.* Imitation of Horace. Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; † Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher? Epitaph on Himself. Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song? Ode in Imitation of Horace. B. iii. Od, 2. That air and harmony of shape express, Henry and Emma. Our hopes, like tow'ring falcons, aim Is from afar to view the flight. To the Hon. Charles Montague. *Of two evils the less is always to be chosen. — Thomas À Kempis. Imitation of Christ, Book iii. Ch. 12. The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior: — Johnnie Carnegie lais heer. descendit of Adam and Eve, Gif ony con gang hiener, Ise willing give him leve. Fine by defect and delicately weak. — Pope, p. 194. |