Iseham, thy kind Ascendent did compose
The ancient difference of two eager foes,
For at thy birth Fortune with Nature met,
Agreeing to form one that should be great,
And enter'd into a more kind contest
Which shou'd, to make up thee, contribute best.
Those early guifts of Bounteous Nature found
No sloathfull Husband or ungratefull ground,
For what she so profusely did impart
Receiv'd improvement from industrious Art.
Horace, thy Horace, I to witness take
With such choice Authors as thou then didst make
(Not by a naked Speculation,
But with judicious practice cloath'd) thy own.
Our first great Charles thou didst attend in War
And in our second's peacefull Counsells share,
Nor did thy publick, private care eject:
Thou thy own Mausoleum didst erect,
A Monument of such judicious frame
As loudly speakes, though it not wears thy Name.
This mournfull duty paid to every urn
That holds their dear Remaines, I rise and turn
My view to those, who still survive to bee
All that I lost, and more, themselves to me.