Upon a Chine of Beef 409 On the Death of Charles Capell 410 From W. Sanderson's _Graphice_:-- On the Picture of the Author 411 On the noble Art of Painting 411 On Mistress S. W. 413 Song ('Oh no, oh no! it cannot be') 414 Epitaph on his eldest Son Thomas 414 Lines to John Northleigh 415 Lines to Archbishop Sancroft 416 On the Death of James, Duke of Ormond. Pindaric Ode 417 Job, ch. xxvii. Paraphrased 420 POEMS. _On the Death of the Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Ossory._ PINDARIC ODE. _Stanza_ I. No more!--Alas that bitter word, _No more!_ The Great, the Just, the Generous, the Kind; The universal Darling of Mankind, The noble OSSORY is now _No more!_ The mighty man is fall'n-- From Glory's lofty pinnacle, Meanly like one of us, he fell, Not in the hot pursuit of victory, As gallant men would choose to die; But tamely, like a poor plebeian, from his bed 10 To the dark grave a captive led; Emasculating sighs, and groans around, His friends in floods of sorrow drown'd; His awful truncheon and bright arms laid by, He bow'd his glorious head to Destiny. II. Celestial Powers! how unconcern'd you are! No black eclipse or blazing star Presag'd the death of this illustrious man, No deluge, no, nor hurricane; In her old wonted course Nature went on, 20 As if some common thing were done, One single victim to Death's altar's come, And not in Ossory an whole hecatomb. Yet, when the founder of old Rome expir'd, When the Pellëan youth resign'd his breath, And when the great Dictator stoop'd to death, Nature and all her faculties retir'd: Amaz'd she started when amaz'd she saw The breaches of her ancient fundamental law, Which kept the world in awe: 30 For men less brave than him, her very heart did ache, The labouring Earth did quake, And trees their fix'd foundations did forsake; Nature in some prodigious way Gave notice of their fatal day: Those lesser griefs with pain she thus exprest, This did confound, and overwhelm her breast. III.