Two charming Nymphs to Man's Destruction born,
One Graecia did, one England does adorn.
The first bright Fair too kindly fatal lov'd,
This by Severities as fatal prov'd:
Alas! how different is our equal Fate!
For that Age fell by Love , and this by Hate .

If Laura but wear it, a Feather can charm,
Ah who can be safe, if a Feather can harm?
Since first I beheld it, the Life I have led!
All Qulet and Ease with the Feather are fled.
Fly Youth from my Laura , whoever thou art,
And, warn'd by the Feather , beware of the Dart .

D ON'T believe the dull fiction — that Emma lies here;
She has risen from Earth on the wings of a Dove.
In the Angel we saw till her twentieth year,
Not a beauty is lost by the Angel above.

WHICH A DYING LOVER DIRECTED HIS FRIENDS TO FILL WITH HIS
ASHES PULVERIZED .

M ARK the pure crystal that contains
All that of Strephon's love remains;
Dust — in whose emblem is express'd
That Love must never hope to rest.

THE rumour of a good man's death
Sounds like a Virtue's parting breath.
The tears on Dysart's urn deplore
His generous heart that beats no more.
But Fortune is of Mercy's train:
He lives, and we are bless'd again.

IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY .

Where are the banners now, that Pride unfurl'd?
Where now the Kings, and Masters of the World?
Imperious Death away their pageants bore,
And wrote this title, " We are all no more! "

The hand of Death his parting soul disarms:
He dies, in Virtue's love — in Beauty's arms:
Descending Angels consecrate the tear,
And they accept him — from an Angel here .

Friends that in joy have been together bless'd,
Are but united Rose-buds at the best,
But friends that brave Oppression's thunderingstrokes,
Are two combin'd inseparable Oaks .

A Preacher pious, learned, humble, wise,
Who knew with wond'rous art how to dispense
Paul's doctrine in Apollo's eloquence,
Under this stone in easy slumbers lies;
Till God shall of his dust a structure frame,
Immortal as his soul, and as his name.

Marked you her eye of heavenly blue?
Marked you her cheek of roseate hue?
That eye in liquid circles moving,
That cheek abashed at man's approving:
The one , love's arrows darting round;
The other , blushing at the wound!