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THE EPITAPH.

HERE rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own,

Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,

He gain'd from Heav'n, 'twas all he wish'd, a
Friend.

No farther feek his merits to difclofe,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bofom of his Father and his God.

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PAGE 44. O'er-canopies the glade.]

a bank

O'er-canopied with luscious woodbine.
Shakefp. Midf. Night's Dream.

P. 45. And float amid the liquid noon.]

Nare per

æftatem liquidam

Virgil. Georg. lib. 4.

Ibid. Quick glancing to the fun.]

fporting with quick glance,

Shew to the fun their way'd coats dropt

with gold.

Milton's Paradife Loft, book 7.

Ibid. To Contemplation's fober eye.]

While infects from the threshold preach,!

Dodfley's Mifcellanies, Vol. 5. p. 161.

M. GREEN, in the Grotto.

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