918 ANNUAL REGISTER,. 1803. 
EPITAPH, 
On a Lady in Ickworth Church, Suffolk, by the Brother of the Deceased. 
(unpublished. ) 
ENEATH the covering of this little stone, 
Lie the poor shrunk, yet dear remains of ore, 
With merit humble, and with virtue fair, 
With knowledge modest, and with wit sincere ; 
Upright in all the social paths of life, 
The friend, the daughter, sister, and the wife— 
So just the disposition of her soul, 
Nature left reason nothing to control! 
Firm, pious, patient ; affable of mind ; 
Happy in life, and yet in death resign’d ; 
Just in the zenith of those golden days, 
When the mind ripens, ’ere the form decays, 
The hand of Fate unkindly cut her thread, \ 
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And left the world, to weep that virtue fled, 
Its pride when living, and its grief when dead. 
LINES, 
Addressed to Earl Nugent, by the late Dean of Cork, Ersckine, then Cu« 
rate of Gosfield, his Lordship’s Seat, in Essex. (unpublished. ) 
ENVY not thy spacious seat, 
Beyond my hopes and wishes, great ; 
Nor do thy woods, and lawns, and lake, 
My unambitious quiet shake : 
But cheerfulness, which never fails, 
A wit humane which never rails ; 
Bounty which bids the wretched live, 
Nor needs a call to feel and give. 
All these my envious bosom sting, 
These suit a curate or a king. 
YARDLEY-OAK, 
A Fracment, dy Cowrer. 
Not published in his Works, from “+ Hayley’s Life of Cowper,” 3d Vol. 
URVIVOR sole, and hardly such, of all . 
That once liv’d here thy brethren, at my birth, 
(Since which I number three scores winters past) 
A shatter’d veteran, hollow truak’d, perhaps, 
