John Dryden

Eusebius, "On the Altitude of a Bust, on Mr. Dryden's Monument, in Westminster Abbey" Weekly Miscellany (17 February 1733).

At Dryden's Tomb, inscrib'd with S[heffiel]d's Name,
That Mite, slow-offer'd, to establish'd Fame!
Fill'd with Raw Wonder, Tyro stopt, to gaze,
And bless'd His bounteous Grace, — in kind Amaze!

The Guardian Genius, from the sacred Dust,
Re-kindling upward, wak'd the quick'ning Bust:
Glowing, from every aweful Feature, — broke
Disdainful Life — and, thus, the Marble spoke.

Teach thy blind Love of Honesty to see;—
'Tis not my Monument — tho' built on me.
Great Peers, 'tis known, can in Oblivion, lie:
But No Great Poet has the Power, to die.
At cheap Expence, behold Engrafted Fame!
The tack'd Associate of a buoyant Name.
The pompous Craft one Lucky Lord shall save:
And S— borrow Life, from Dryden's Grave.

'Twas said — And, e're the short Sensation dy'd,
The stiff'ning Marble writh'd it's Form aside:
Back, from the Titled *Waste of mould'ring State
He turn'd — neglectful of the Court, too Late!
And, sadly conscious of mis-pointed Praise,
Frowns, thro' the Stone, and shrinks, beneath his Bays.

* The Tombs.