John Philips

J. A., "To the Memory of his dear Friend, John Phillips, Esq." 1708 ca.; Grub-Street Journal (27 August 1730).

What is he gone? Whither so sudden flown?
Why droop'd the Flow'r, e'er it was fully blown?
Oh! had he never been, or longer staid,
The Youth not known, w' had not wept o'er the Shade,
Or having long enjoy'd, had long been happy made.
In Conversation none more gay than he,
Seas'nably gay, and innocently free;
True to his Friend, and faithful to his Trust,
In every Word and Action good and just.
His Looks were to his Mind so near a-kin,
They shew'd without, the Mind's Designs within;
They with his Actions did so well conspire,
That seen, you'd like him; having known, admire.
Let me at least be suffer'd to commend,
Who've the Companion known, and tried the Friend:
Nor wonder he in Bloom of Youth shou'd die,
E'er Manhood, he was ripe for Eternity.

If 'tis permitted thee on Earth to bend
Thy Eyes, and human Actions to attend,
Oh! deign to guide the Actions of thy Friend.

This Offering accept for Friendship sake,
Tho' small, 'till All is granted me to make.
By J. A. an intimate Friend of the Deceased.