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An iron-race the mountain-cliffs maintain,
THE DEATH OF MR. RICHARD WEST :
IN vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
And redd’ning Phæbus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:
These ears, alas! for other notes repine,
A different object do these eyes require: My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
And new-born pleasure brings to happier men: The fields to all their wonted tribute bear :
To warm their little loves the birds complain: I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
And weep the more because I weep in vain.
 Only Son of Lord Chancellor West, of Ireland.
EPITAPH ON MRS. CLARKE.
[This Lady, the Wife of Dr. Clarke, Physician at Epsom, died April 27,
1757 ; and is buried in the Church of Beckenham, Rent.]
Lo! where this silent marble weeps,
ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS .
[This Epitaph was written at the request of Mr. Frederick Montagu,
who intended to have inscribed it on a Monument at Belleisle, at the siege of which this accomplished youth was killed, 1761; but from some difficulty attending the erection of it, this design was not execuied.)
HERE, foremost in the dangerous paths of fame, Young Williams fought for England's fair re
nown ; His mind each Muse, each Grace adorn'd his frame,
Nor Envy dar'd to view him with a frown.
At Aix, his voluntary sword he drew ,
There first in blood his infant honour seal'd; From fortune, pleasure, science, love he flew,
And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field.
 Sir William Peere Williams, bart, a Captain in Burgoyne's dragoons.
(51) Sir William Williams, in the Expedition to Aix, was on board the Magnanime with Lord Howe ; and was deputed to receive the cda pitulation.