EPITAPH On the TOMB of CLERVILLE and MARIA

Pass not. Here CLERVILLE and MARIA sleep. Sad pair! ye ceas'd at once to live and weep. Long o'er her Clerville's urn Maria wept, And each sad night a solemn vigil kept; But now like Clerville's do her sorrows cease, And sad Maria's soul is hush'd to peace. Lo! silver urns their wo-worn hearts inclose, Whilst in the silent tomb they seek repose, Who ne'er on earth that dearest blessing knew. Shade them, ye willows, and thou mournful yew! Watch—O watch o'er their dust, ye gentle Pow'rs! Who kindly calm the saints departing hours. So shall FITZOU your praises ever sing, When through the choir the hallow'd anthems ring.