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COLLECTION

OF

EPITAPHS

AND

MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTIONS,

HISTORICAL, BIOGRAPHICAL, LITERARY,
AND MISCELLANEOUS.

To which is prefixed,

AN ESSAY ON EPITAPHS.

BY DR. JOHNSON,

TWO VOLUMES,

VOL. II.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR LACKINGTON, ALLEN, & Co.

TEMPLE OF THE MUSES,

FINSBURY SQUARE.

1806.

1/426.40(2),

JAN 13 1018

Robert Withington,
Batam

J. WRIGHT, Printer,
St. John's Square, Clerkenwell.

EPITAPHS, &c.

ON ANDREW T.

ANDREW T.

Passenger, Stay, Read, Walk, Here Lyeth,
WHO WAS NEITHER SLAVE,
NOR SOULDIER, NOR PHYSITIAN, NOR FENCER,
NOR COBLER, NOR FILCHER, NOR

LAWYER, NOR USURER, BUT ALL;
WHO LIVED NEITHER IN CITY,
NOR COUNTRY, NOR AT HOME,
NOR ABROAD, NOR AT
SEA, NOR ON LAND, NOR
HERE, NOR ELSEWHERE,
BUT EVERY WHERE;
WHO DIED, NEITHER OF
HUNGER, NOR POYSON,
NOR HATCHET, NOR
HALTER, NOR DOGGE,
NOR DISEASE, BUT OF
ALL TOGETHER. I. J. H,
BEING NEITHER HIS
DEBTOR, NOR HEIRE,

NOR KINSMAN, NOR FRIEND, NOR
NEIGHBOUR, BUT ALL, IN HIS ME-
MORY, HAVE ERECTED THIS, NEI-
THER MONUMENT, NOR TOMB, NOR
SEPULCHER, BUT ALL; WISHING NEITHER EVIL
NOR WEL, NEITHER TO THEE NOR TO HIM,

BUT ALL UNTO ALL.

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VOL. II.

ON A LYAR.

GOOD passenger! here lies one here,
That living, did lye every where.

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"HOLD! pride of Albion! more thou canst not will, "Fate drops the scale-the main is Britain's still! "Thy country safe, unparallel'd thy fame, "Go-seize the crown no hero else can claim.” So spake the Genius of the British shore, That o'er Trafalgar mark'd the battle's roar; Great NELSON's spirit eyed the starry prize, And 'mid a blaze of glory pierc'd the skies.

ON THE SAME.

LET those who seek, inquisitive of fame,
This sacred shrine, with awful echoing tready:
Read in the silent clay-cold tenant's name, po
His living glory, though the man be dead...

No pompous verse (heroic but in sound) to A
His list of triumphs and his deeds shall tell :
To blaze that fame a little circle round,

19. Which the whole world has register'd so well,

No, the officious Muse in vain would strive
To deck with roses his lamented bier ;
The laurels NELSON won shall ever thrive,
And drink the dew of ev'ry patriot tear.

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