'When he wearied would lay down The burdens that attend a crown; Disband his soul's severer powers, In mirth and ease dissolve two hours;-- 'These are thy inferior arts, These I call thy second parts;-- But, when thou carriest on the plot, And all are lost in th' subtle knot, * * * * * 'Th' easy and the even design; A plot, without a God, divine!-- Let others' bold pretending pens Write acts of Gods, that know not men's; In this to thee all must resign; Th' Surprise of th' Scene is wholly thine.' He was buried at the Savoy some time between 1693 and 1695, and left by his wife, Mary Hill, a Warwickshire lady, one son, Sir Robert, Vice-Chamberlain to Queen Anne of Denmark, and some time Lord of the Manor of Crediton, in Devon, whose only son Sir Henry died in St. Giles'-in-the-Fields, without issue. Of his two daughters, one, Elizabeth, married Sir Francis Clifton; the other, Mary, married Frederic de Nassau, Lord of Zulestein. Their son William Henry was in great favour with our William III., who, in 1695, created him Baron Enfield, Viscount Tonbridge, and Earl of Rochford; but, as we have seen, the descent, in _the male line_, from old Sir William became extinct. The venerable author of the 'Artless Thoughts' had, however, two brothers--Thomas[81] and Henry--and of these we have now to speak. Of the former, 'Tom Killigrew, the King's jester,' as he is sometimes inaccurately styled--probably more persons have heard than of any other member of this family; and for his fame he is indebted, perhaps, in as great a degree to his being enshrined in the pages of that delightful gossip, Samuel Pepys, as to his printed plays.