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Samuel Johnson - Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.Samuel Johnson - Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.
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Thou who survey`st these walls with curious eye, Pause at this tomb where Hanmer`s ashes lie; His various worth through varied life attend, And learn his virtues while thou mourn`st his end. His force of genius burn`d in early youth, With thirst of knowledge, and with love of truth; His learning, joined with each endearing art, Charm`d every ear, and gain`d every heart. Thus early wise, the endanger`d real to aid, His country call`d him from the studious shade; In life`s first bloom his public toils began, At once commenced the senator and man. In business dexterous, weighty in debate, Thrice ten long years he labour`d for the state; In every speech persuasive wisdom flow`d, In every act refulgent virtue glow`d; Suspended faction ceased from rage and strife, To hear his eloquence, and praise his life. Resistless merit fix`d the senate`s choice, Who hail`d him Speaker with united voice. Illustrious age! how bright thy glories shone, When Hanmer fill`d the chair - and Anne the throne. Then when dark art obscured each fierce debate, When mutual frauds perplex`d the maze of state, The Moderator firmly mild appear`d - Beheld with love - with veneration heard. This task perform`d - he sought no gainful post Nor wish`d to glitter at his country`s cost; Strict on the right he fix`d his stedfast eye, With temperate zeal, and wise anxiety; Nor e`er from Virtue`s paths was lured aside, To pluck the flowers of pleasure or of pride. Her gifts despis`d, Corruption blush`d and fled, And Fame pursued him where Conviction led. Age call`d, at length, his active mind to rest, With honour sated, and with cares oppress`d; To letter`d ease retired and honest mirth, To rural grandeur, and domestic worth: Delighted still to please mankind, or mend, The patriot`s fire yet sparkled in the friend. Calm Conscience then, his former life survey`d, And recollected toils endeared the shade, Till Nature call`d him to the general doom, And Virtue`s sorrow dignified his tomb.
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