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The following Epitaph, tho' old, was never before Printed.

Epitaphium Jo. Drydeni, Q. P. L. Thus render'd into English.


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You that the Ashes of the Muses mourn,
Cast a moist Eye on Dryden's sacred Urn;
Bestow a Tear, Apollo bids you weep!
The British Virgil does in silence sleep.
Vict'ry herself forlorn, with drooping Wings,
Protects his Shrine, her Poet's Praises sings,
Whose bold Salonick and Pantherean Verse
Embalm his Fame and consecrate his Hearse.
Batavian Wreaths he scorn'd should girt his Brow:
Look down! there Palms and lasting Laurels grow.