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Call round her tomb each objeft of defire, 

 Each purer frame inforrn'd with purer fire : 

 Bid her be all that chears or foftens life, 

 The tender fitter, daughter, friend, and wife ! 

 Bid her be all that makes mankind adore j 

 Then view this marble, and be vain no more ! 



Yet fKll her charms in breathing paint engage ; 

 Her modeft cheek mall warm a future age. 

 Beauty, frail flower, that ev'ry feafon fears, 

 Blooms in thy colours for a thoufand years. 

 Thus Churchill's race fhall other hearts furprizc, 

 And other beauties envy Wortley's * eyes, 

 Each plealing Blount (hall endlefs fmiles beflow, 

 And foft Belinda's blufh for ever glow. 



Oh ! lafting as thofe colours may they mine, 

 Free as thy ftroke, yet faultlefs as thy line ! 

 New graces yearly, like thy works, difplay ; 

 Soft without weaknefs, without glaring gay -, 

 Led by fome rule, that guides, but not conflrains ; 

 And finifh'd more through happinefs than pains ! 

 The kindred Arts fhall in their praife confpire, 

 One dip the Pencil, and one firing the JLvyre. 

 Yet mould the Graces all thy figures place, 

 And breathe an air divine on ev'ry face j 



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# In one of Dr. Warburton's Editions of Pope, by which copy this has been 

 corn&ed, the name is changed to IVorJley. If that reading be not an error of the 

 prefs, I fuppofe the Poet altered the name after he had quarrelled with Lady 

 M. W. Montague, and, being offended at her Wit, thus revenged himfelf on 

 her Beauty. 





