VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE FOREGOING PRESENTS

A paper book is sent by Boyle,

Too neatly gilt for me to soil.

Delany sends a silver standish,

When I no more a pen can brandish.

Let both around my tomb be placed:

As trophies of a Muse deceased;

And let the friendly lines they writ,

In praise of long-departed wit,

Be graved on either side in columns,

More to my praise than all my volumes,

To burst with envy, spite, and rage,

The Vandals of the present age.