XV. FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY. HEROES and KINGS! your distance keep: In peace let one poor Poet sleep, Let Horace blush, and Virgil too. ANOTHER, ON THE SAME. UNDER this Marble, or under this Sill, Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will; Whatever an Heir, or a Friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head, Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin What they said, or may say, of the mortal within ; But, who living and dying, serene still and free, Trusts in GOD, that as well as he was, he shall be. Ver. 4. Let Horace] NOTES. "Whose verse adorn'd a tyrant's crimes; And lent th' imperial ruffian aid." Akenside's Odes, p. 280. 4to. END OF THE SECOND VOLUME. Printed by J. F. Dove, St. John's Square. |