Fam'd _Cooper's Hill_ shall, like _Parnassus_, stand,
And _Denham_ reign, the _Phæbus_ of the Land.

[4] _Epictetus._

Among these sacred and immortal Names, [_Oldham_.]
A Youth glares out, and his just Honour claims;
See circling Flames, in stead of Laurel, play
Around his Head, and Sun the brighten'd Way.
But misty Clouds of unexpected Night,
Cast their black Mantle o'er th' immoderate Light.
Here, pious Muse, lament a While; 'tis just
We pay some Tribute to his sacred Dust.
O'er his fresh Marble strow the fading Rose
And Lilly, for his Youth resembled those.
The brooding Sun took care to dress him Gay,
In all the Trappings of the flowry _May_.
He set him out unsufferably bright,
And sow'd in every part his beamy Light.
Th' unfinish'd Poet budded forth too soon,
For what the Morning warm'd; was scorch'd at Noon.

His careless Lines plain Nature's Rules obey,
Like _Satyrs_ Rough, but not Deform'd as they.
His Sense undrest, like _Adam_, free from Blame,
Without his Cloathing, and without his Shame,
True Wit requires no Ornaments of skill,
A Beauty naked, is a Beauty still.

Warm'd with just Rage he lash'd the _Romish_ Crimes,