Phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove
The pangs of guilty power or hapless love;
Rest here, distressed by poverty no more,
Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
Sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.
* * * * *
LORD LYTTELTON
1709-1773.
_Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus_.
For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre
None but the noblest passions to inspire,
Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
_Epigram_.
None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
* * * * *
_Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country_.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
* * * * *
_Song_.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know,
That never feels a pain.
* * * * *
EDWARD MOORE.
1712-1757.
_Fable IX. The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat_.
Can't I another's face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if _her_ merit lessened _yours_?
_Fable X.
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