William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
For My Own MonumentMatthew Prior (16641721)
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Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care;
For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention
May haply be never fulfill’d by his heir.
That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye;
Yet credit but lightly what more may be said,
For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.
His virtues and vices were as other men’s are;
High hopes he conceived, and he smother’d great fears,
In a life parti-colour’d, half pleasure, half care.
He strove to make interest and freedom agree;
In public employments industrious and grave,
And alone with his friends, Lord! how merry was he!
Both fortunes he tried, but to neither would trust;
And whirl’d in the round as the wheel turn’d about,
He found riches had wings, and knew man was but dust.
Sets neither his titles nor merit to view;
It says that his relics collected lie here,
And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true.
So Mat may be kill’d, and his bones never found;
False witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea,
So Mat may yet chance to be hang’d or be drown’d.
To Fate we must yield, and the thing is the same;
And if passing thou giv’st him a smile or a tear,
He cares not—yet, prithee, be kind to his fame.