The Works of Hildebrand Jacob ... Containing Poems on Various Subjects, and Occasions; With the Fatal Constancy, a Tragedy; and Several Pieces in Prose. The Greatest Part Never Before Publish'd |
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The Works of Hildebrand Jacob | ||
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EPITAPH I. On Mr. A. H. a great Traveller.
From Orcade Isles to Ægypts's CoastHis Travels Sauny still wou'd boast,
And lov'd about the World to roam.
Howe'er, at the last Trumpet's Sound
He promis'd, he wou'd here be found,
And tarry quiet now at home.
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EPITAPH II. On Delia.
Here Delia's buried at Fourscore:When young; a leud, rapacious Whore,
Vain, and expensive; but when old;
A pious, sordid, drunken Scold.
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EPITAPH III. On Mrs. Beata F---
Stay, Youth, and o'er this Marble weep,Where now alone, and fast asleep
Beata lies, poor Sinner!
Alive, so tempting, so resign'd,
She ever charm'd, yet spar'd Mankind
The Time, and Pains to win her.
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EPITAPH. IV. On my Lady---
Beneath this Marble lays a LoadOf Earth, which once was Flesh, and Blood,
Warm'd with a Spirit strangely prone
To hate all Notions, but her own:
Her Person fair, of moderate Size,
Her Mind, as moderately wise;
Not very dull, nor mighty smart;
But hated Wit with all her Heart:
Not very silent, nor a Scold;
Extremely chaste, extremely cold,
Loyal, and pious to Excess,
And truly bumble in Distress,
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Renouncing Satan, Whig, and Pope.
EPITAPH V. On------
Timon of London here is laid,Who was a close rich, testy Blade:
Lest any Mortal, now alive,
Shou'd by his mighty Treasure thrive,
'Tis by his Will to Heirs convey'd,
Still to be gotten, born, and bred.
The Works of Hildebrand Jacob | ||