EPITAPH on Mr. BEIGHTON, who had been Vicar of Egham forty-five Years

Near half an age, with every good man's praise, Among his flock the shepherd pass'd his days; The friend, the comfort of the sick and poor, Want never knock'd unheeded at his door; Oft when his duty call'd, disease and pain Strove to confine him, but they strove in vain: All moan his death, his virtues long they try'd, They knew not how they lov'd him 'till he dy'd: Peculiar blessings did his life attend, He had no foe, and CAMDEN was his friend.