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SONNET XLIV.

To MATTHEW BARNARD *.

ATTHEW, whofe fkilful hand and well-
worn fpade

Shall foon be call'd to make the humble bed,
Where I at laft fhall reft my weary head,
And form'd of duft again in duft be laid;

Near, but not in the Church of GOD, be made
My clay-cold cell, and near the common tread
Of paffing friends; when number'd with the
dead,

We're equal all, and vain diftinctions fade:

The cowflip, violet, or the pale primrose
'Perhaps may chance to deck the verdant fweard;
Which twifted briar or hafle-bands entwine;
Symbols of life's foon fading glories those-

Do thou the monumental hillock guard
From trampling cattle, and the routing swine.

*The Sexton of the Parish.

SON

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SONNET XLV.

To the Right Honorable Mr. ONSLOW, with the
Collection of SONNETS.

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HOU, who fucceffive in that honor'd Seat
Prefid'ft, the feuds of jarring Chiefs to

'fwage,

To check the boisterous force of Party rage,
Raise modeft worth, and guide the high debate;

Sometimes retiring from the toils of State,

Thou turn'ft th' inftructive Greek or Roman

page,

Or what our British Bards of later age

In scarce inferior numbers can relate:

Amid this feast of mind, when "Fancie's Child,"
Sweet Shakespear, raps the Soul to virtuous deed,
When Spenfer warbling tunes his Doric lays,

Or the first Man from Paradife exil'd

Great Milton fings; can aught my rustic reed
Prefume to found, that may deserve thy praise?

OF THE

PASSAGES in Mr. WARBURTON'S Edition
of SHAKESPEAR, remarked upon in this