And may to after-times _embalm_ thy Name; }
Commend the _Good_, to all but _Vice_ be kind,
And cast the _smaller Faults_ in _shades_ behind;
Who _first_, who _next_; the _Balance_ justly hold,
As that which shines above, and flames with _Heav'nly Gold_.
Great N----BY the first, ROSCOMMON gone,
He rules our _Empire_ now of _Wit_ alone:
The _Beauties_ he of _Verse_ exactly knows, 590
The famous DRYDEN'S not more smoothly flows:
Had ORPHEUS half so sweetly mourn'd his _Fate_,
As VIRGIL sung, or _Sh----d_ did _translate_;
H' had made the _Manes_ once again _relent_,
They would again _Eurydice_ have sent:
_Death's Temple_ we with _sacred Aw_ survey,
With _Admiration_ read his _Great Essay_:
Was _Art_ or bounteous _Nature_ here more _kind_? }
_Strong Sense_! Uncommon _Learning! Thoughts_ refin'd! } 600
A _Godlike Person_, and an _equal Mind_! }
[Sidenote: _Paraphrase on_ Psal. 148 O Azure Vaults, &c.]
The _next_ in Dignity, if not the _same_,
Is Deathless Dorsot's lov'd and noble _Name_:
How did he sing, (listen'd the _Heav'nly Quire_;)
The Wond'rous Notes of DAVID's _Royal Lyre_!
Ah! _Why no more_ must we for ever long
And vainly languish for so _sweet_ a _Song_?
The next is _Tityrus_, who not disdains
To read his _Name_ among the _tuneful Swains_;
_Unweary'd_ in his _Prince's_ glorious _Cause_, 610
As he of _Faith_, Defender of the _Laws_;
_Easie_ to all but to himself, he shares