LET no profane ignoble foot tread near This hallow'd piece of earth; @3Dorset lies here.@1 A small sad relique of a noble spirit, Free as the air, and ample as his merit; Whose least perfection was large, and great Enough to make a common man complete. A soul refin'd and cull'd from many men, That reconcil'd the sword unto the pen, Using both well. No proud forgetting Lord, But mindful of mean names, and of his word. One that did love for honour, not for ends, And had the noblest way of making friends By loving first. One that did know the Court, Yet understood it better by report Than practice, for he nothing took from thence But the king's favour for his recompense. One for religion, or his country's good, That valu'd not his fortune, nor his blood. One high in fair opinion, rich in praise, And full of all we could have wish'd, but days. He that is warn'd of this, and shall forbear To vent a sigh for him, or lend a tear; May he live long and scorn'd, unpitied fall, And want a mourner at his funeral. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS by PADRAIC COLUM TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WESTERN JOURNALIST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |