| Poems on Several Occasions | ||
EPITAPH.
So fades the Fair, the transient Roses fled,(No Charms but Virtue bloom around the Dead)
The Patriot so forgets his Land's Defence,
His fine Address, and flowing Eloquence:
“Ye Living, learn; Your Graces so consume,
“Beauty and Genius mingle in the Tomb.
| Poems on Several Occasions | ||