Solum mihi superest s…pulchruu…. IOB.

WElcome thou safe retreate!
Where th' injured man may fortifie
'Gainst the invasions of the great:
Where the leane slave, who th' Oare doth plye,
Soft as his Admirall may lye.

Great Statist! tis your doome
Though your defignes swell high, and wide:
To be contracted in a tombe!
And all your happie cares provide
But for your heire authorized pride.

Nor shall your shade delight
Ith' pompe of your proud obsequies.
And should the present flatterie write:
A glorious Epitaph, the wise
Will say, The Poets w… here lyes.

How reconcil'd to fate
Will grow the aged Villager,
When he shall see your funerall state?
Since death will him as warme inter
As you in your gay sepulcher.

The great decree of God
Makes every path of mortals lead
To this darke common period.
For what by wayes so ere we tread,
We end our journey 'mong the dead.

Even I, while humble zeale
Makes fancie a sad truth indite,
Insensible a way doe steale:
And when I'me lost in deaths cold night,
Who will remember, now I write?