Some doe for anguish weep, for anger I That Ignorance fhould live, and Art fhould die. Unbleft for ever by Sol's precious Ray, Or laft of Life, defam'd for Funeral. When this day yearly comes, let every one, [254] Caft in their urne, the black and dismal ftone. Fair Thespian Ladyes, light your torches all, To court her afhes with a learned tear, A briny facrifice, let not a smile appear. Like a moft fervile flatterer he will show Though he write truth, and make the fubject, You. Born under better Starrs, fhall fing thy praise. Praise her who lift, yet he shall be a debtor A work to trouble fame, aftonish praise. When as her Name doth but falute the ear, [255] Be ftript for leaves t' adorn and load her brow. Let not her happy memory e're lack Its worth in Fames eternal Almanack, Which none fhall read, but ftraight their lofs deplore, Who undertakes this fubject to commend Finis & non. John Norton.* Omnia Romanæ fileant Miracula Gentis. * This clergyman was a nephew of the Rev. John Norton, of the First Church in Boston. He graduated at Harvard College in 1671, and was ordained pastor of the First Church in Hingham, Nov. 27, 1678, as successor of the Rev. Peter Hobart. He died Oct. 3, 1716, in the 66th year of his age, after a ministry of nearly thirty-eight years.- -"LINCOLN's History of Hingham," pp. 24-25. It has been suggested that he edited the second edition of Mrs. Bradstreet's" Poems."-N. E. HIST. GEN. REGISTER, vol. ix. p. 113, note ‡‡. |