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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.

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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 fiege his early valor knew,
Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue.
VOL. II.

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From thence returning with deserv'd applause,
Against the Moors his well-flesh'd sword hedraws;
The same the courage, and the same the cause.
His youth and age, his life and death, combine,
As in some great and regular design,
All of a piece throughout, and all divine.
Still nearer heav'n his virtues shone more bright,
Like rising flames expanding in their height;
The martyr's glory crown'd the soldiers fight.
More bravely British general never fell,
Nor general's death was e'er reveng'd so well;
Which his pleas'd eyes beheld before their close,
Follow'd by thousand victims of his foes.
To his lamented loss for time to come
His pious widow consecrates this tomb.

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HREE Poets, in three distant ages born,

Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first, in loftiness of thought surpass'd ;
The next, in majesty ; in both the last.
The force of nature cou'd no further go;
To make a third, the join'd the former two.

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Μ Ο Ν Ο Μ

Ν U Μ Ε Ν Τ

OF A

BEL

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 confign'd ; The mold was made on purpose for the mind :

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And she wou'd lose, if, at the latter day,
One atom cou'd be mix'd of other clay.
Such' were the features of her heav'nly face,
Her limbs were form'd with such harmonious

grace:
Só faultless was the frame, as if the whole
Had been an emanation of the foul ;
Which her own inward fymmetry reveald;
And like a picture shone, in glass anneal’d.
Or like the fun eclips'd, with shaded light :
Too piercing, else, to be sustain'd by fight.
Each thought was visible that rollid within :
As thro a crystal case the figur’d hours are seen.
And heav'n did this transparent veil provide,
Because she had no guilty thought to hide.
All white, a virgin-saint, she fought the skies :
For marriage, tho it sullies not, it dies,
High tho her wit, yet humble was her mind;
As if the cou'd not, or she wou'd not find
How much her worth tranfcended all her kind.
Yet she had learn'd so much of heaven below,
That when arriv'd, she scarce had more to know:
But only to refresh the former hint;
And read her Maker in a fairer print.

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So pious, as she had no time to spare
For human thoughts, but was confin’d to pray’r.
Yet in such charities the pass’d the day,
"T'was wond'rous how she found an hour to pray.
A soul so calm, it knew not ebbs or flows,
Which passion cou'd but curl, not discompose.
A female softness, with a manly mind :
A daughter duteous, and a sister kind :
In fickness patient, and in death resign’d.

E P I T A P H

Ο Ν

Mrs. MARGARET PASTON,

OF BURNINGHAM in NORFOLK.

so innocent, so sweet,

S so tipe a judgment

, and fo rare a wit

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Require at least an age in one to meet.
In her they met; but long they could not stay,
'Twas gold too fine to mix without allay.
Heaven's image was in her so well exprest,
Her

very fight upbraided all the rest; Too justly ravish'd from an age like this, Now she is gone, the world is of a piece.

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