E PITA P H ΟΝ Α GENTLEMAN's SON Ó F NINE YEARS OLD. BY J. CRADDOCK, Esq. ERE refts the faireft Bud of Hope That e'er to fondest Wish was given; EL EGY TO A LA D Y Who wifhed not to hear the Toll of a Bell on the Evening of the late Princefs Dowager's Funeral. By J. CRADDOCK, Esq. ND why not hear the Sound of yonder Bell? It tolls a fober, awful, folemn Knell, A wifh'd-for Knell to Immortality. Think not a Round of Folly's mad Career, Can always fhield thee from Reflection's Pow'r; The Young, the Fond, the Rich, the Gay, muft fear, Too long regardless of an awful Hour. Think not that beauteous Form that now you wear, Muft linger ever here they all declare- Do not the Hour, the Day, the Month the Year All Nature fhews alas! a Profpect drear; All Nature fhews there's Happiness in view. Long Long toft in Storms, do Mariners repine See their Hopes kindle as the Objects rife ! And fhall my Fair, with brightest Hopes in Store, Not once look up beyond this barren Clod? Shall she alone her Destiny deplore, Her Anchor Heaven! and her Pilot God? EPIGRAM ΟΝ ΤΗ Ε Four Tranflations of HOMER. I N Ogilby's dull Strains lay Homer dead; Hobbs tried in vain to make him lift his Head; He rofe to live in Pope's immortal Verse, And now lies buried in Mac-fon's Erfe. ΑΝ NCE more the Sun his yearly Tour 1 ufher'd in my natal Hour, A Prey to joylefs Solitude; As then to joylefs Solitude a Prey, For lo! She comes : the Queen of Love Leading with gentle Hand a Bride, Blind to Events, in vain we pry Thro' future Life's myfterious Scene; Oft from the dark and fullen Sky Breaks forth a Sunshine unforeseen, As now bright Hymen's Lamp, with fudden Blaze, Thanks that my once-thought cruel Fate, 4 And 1 And, that Defire on Choice might wait, Referv'd me for maturer Age, When Truth and Friendship, and Affections pure, Thanks to the Mufe, that o'er my Birth All the gay-feeming Drofs of Earth, The Wealth, the Pomp that others prize; These let Ambition feek, instead of these Grant a kind Confort, and domestick Ease. 'Twas thus I pray'd, nor vain my Pray'r, Heaven, all-indulgent, hath bestow'd A Confort kind, domeftick Fair, Wife, faithful, amiable and good, Hence Æra of my Days proceed, Unwedded Hours the fame dull Circle run, AN |