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John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913.

Elegies and Epitaphs

Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne’s Tomb, in Westminster Abbey

YE Sacred Relicks which your Marble keep,

Here, undisturb’d by Wars, in quiet sleep:

Discharge the trust, which (when it was below)

Fairborne’s undaunted soul did undergo:

And be the Towns Palladium from the foe.

Alive and dead these Walls he will defend:

Great Actions great Examples must attend.

The Candian Siege his early Valour knew;

Where Turkish Blood did his young hands imbrew:

From thence returning with deserv’d Applause,

Against the Moors his well-flesh’d Sword he draws;

The same the Courage, and the same the Cause.

His Youth and Age, his Life and Death combine:

As in some great and regular design,

All of a Piece, throughout, and all Divine

Still nearer heaven, his Vertues shone more bright,

Like rising flames expanding in their height;

The Martyrs Glory Crown’d the Soldier’s Fight.

More bravely Brittish General never fell,

Nor General’s death was e’re reveng’d so well;

Which his pleas’d Eyes beheld before their close,

Follow’d by thousand Victims of his Foes.

To his lamented loss for time to come,

His pious Widow consecrates this Tomb.