Engraven on a COLUMN

In the Church of HALSTEAD in ESSEX,

The Spire of which, burnt down by Lightning, was rebuilt at the Expenfe of Mr. SAMUEL FISKE, 1717.

IEW not this Spire by Meafure giv'n

To Buildings rais'd by common Hands:

That Fabric rifes high as Heav'n,

Whose Basis on Devotion ftands.

While yet We draw this vital Breath,

We can our FAITH and HOPE declare:

But CHARITY beyond our Death,
Will ever in our Works appear.

Beft be He call'd among good Men,

Who to his GOD this Column rais'd: Tho' Lightning strike the Dome again; The Man, who built it, fhall be prais'd.

Yet Spires and Towers in Duft fhall lye,
The weak Efforts of Human Pains:

And FAITH, and HOPE themselves fhall dye;
While Deathlefs CHARITY remains. ir

Written in MONTAIGNE'S Fffays,

Given to the Duke of SHREWSBURY in FRANCE, after the Peace, 17.13.

DICTATE, O mighty Judge, what Thou haft feen

Of Cities, and of Courts, of Books, and Men;

And deign to let Thy Servant hold the Pen.

Thto' Ages thus I may prefume to livestre And from the Tranfcript of Thy Profe receive, What my own fhort-liv'd Verfe can never give.

Thus fhall fair BRITAIN with a gracious Smile
Accept the Work; and the inftructed Isle,
For more than Treaties made, fhall blefs my Toil.

Nor longer hence the GALLIC Style preferr'd, Wisdom in ENGLISH Idiom fhall be heard;

While TALBOT tells the World, where MONTAIGNE err'd.

An EPISTLE,

Defiring the QUEEN'S Picture.

Written at PARIS 1714. But left unfinish'd, by the fudden News of Her MAJESTY's Death.

THE Train of Equipage and Pomp of State,

The fhining Side-board, and the burnifh'd Plate Let other Minifters, Great ANNE, require; And partial fall Thy Gift to their Defire. To the fair Portrait of my Sov'reign Dame, To That alone, eternal be my Claim...

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My bright Defender, and my dread Delight,
If ever I found Favor in Thy Sight;

If all the Pains that for Thy BRITAIN'S Sake
My past has took, or future Life may take,
Be grateful to my QUEEN; permit my Pray'r,
And with This Gift reward my total Care.

Will Thy indulgent Hand, fair Saint, allow
The Boon? and will Thy Ear accept the Vow?
That in defpight of Age, of impious Flame,
And eating Time, Thy Picture like Thy Fame
Entire may laft; that as their Eyes furvey
The femblant Shade, Men yet unborn may fay;

Thus Great, thus Gracious look'd BRITANNIA's Queen;
Her Brow thus fmooth, Her Look was thus ferene;
When to a Low, but to a Loyal Hand

The mighty Emprefs gave Her high Command,
That He to Hoftile Camps, and Kings fhou'd hafte,
To speak Her Vengeance as Their Danger past;
To fay, She Wills detefted Wars to cease;
She checks Her Conqueft, for Her Subjects Ease;
And bids the World attend Her Terms of Peace.

Thee, Gracious ANNE, Thee prefent I adore,
Thee, QUEIN of PEACE-If Time and Fate have Pow'r
Higher to aise the Glories of thy Reign;

In Words fiblimer, and a nobler Strain,

May future Bards the mighty Theme rehearse.

Here, STATOR JOVE, and PHOEBUS King of Verfe,
The Votive Tablet I fufpend

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