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LADY W H I T M O R E:
AIR, kind, and true, a treasure each alone,
A wife, a mistress, and a friend in one, Rest in this tomb, rais'd at thy husband's cost, Here sadly summing, what he had, and loft.
Come, virgins, ere in equal bands ye join, Come first, and offer at her sacred fhrine; Pray but for half the virtues of this wife, Compound for all the rest, with longer life; And wish your vows, like hers, may be return'd, So lov'd when living, and when dead so mourn'd.
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Sir PALMES FAIRBONE's Tomb
Sacred to the immortal memory of Sir PALMES
FAIRBONE, Knight, Governor of Tangier ; in execution of which command, he was mortally wounded by a shot from the Moors, then besieging the town, in the forty-sixth year of his age. October 24, 1680.
E sacred relics, which your marble keep,
, Here, undisturb’d by wars, in quiet sleep : Discharge the trust, which, when it was below, Fairbone's undaunted soul did undergo, And be the town's Palladium from the foe. Alive and dead these walls he will defend : Great actions great examples must attend. The Candian siege his early valor knew, Where Turkish blood did his
young hands imbrie, Vol. II.
From thence returning with deserv'd applause,
Mr. MILTON’s Picture,
Before his PARADISE Lost.
HREE Poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn,
FAIR MAIDEN LADY, Who dy'd at BATH, and is there interred.
ELOW this marble monument is laid
All that heav'n wants of this celestial maid Preserve, O sacred tomb, thy trust consign'd ; The mold was made on purpose for the mind :
And she wou'd lose, if, at the latter day,
So faultless was the frame, as if the whole