When WALLER, kindling with celeftia rage,
View'd the bright Harley of that wond'ring age,
His pleafing pain he taught the lute to breathe;
The Graces fung, and wove his myrtle wreath...........
His Mufe, by Nature form'd to please the fair,
Or fing of heroes with majeftick air,
To melting trains attun'd her voice, and strove
To waken all the tender pow'rs of love.----
The florid and fublime, the grave and gay,
From WALLER'S beams imbibe a purer ray.----
Maker and model of melodious verfe!
Accept thefe votive honours at thy hearse.