On an Infant.
On Life's wild ocean, sorrowful and pained,
How many voyagers their course perform!
This little bark a kinder fate obtained,
It reached the harbour ere it met the storm.
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On John Underwood.
Ah, cruel Death! that dost no good,
With thy destructive maggots,
Now thou hast cut down Underwood,
What shall we do for faggots?
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In Lymington Churchyard.
Live well, die never:
Die well, live for ever.
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In Greenwich Churchyard.
On Two Young Children.
Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care,
The opening buds to Heaven conveyed,
And bade them blossom there.
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From the French.
Careless and thoughtless all my life,
Stranger to every source of strife,
And deeming each grave sage a fool,
The law of Nature was my rule,
By which I learnt to duly measure
My portion of desire and pleasure.
'Tis strange that here I lie, you see,
For Death must have indulged a whim;
At any time to have thought of me,
Who never once did think of him.