Hic Juxta requiescit, Tot inter poetarum laudata nomina, ANNA OLDFIELD. Nec ipsa minore laude digna, Quippe quæ eorum opera In scenam quories prodivit, Illustravit semper, & nobilitavit. Nunquam ingenium idem ad partes diversissimas Habilius fuit. Ita tamen ut ad singulas. Non facta, sed nata esse videretur. In tragediis Formæ splendor, oris dignitas, incessus majestas Tantâ vocis suavitate temperabantur, Ut nemo esset tam agrestis, tam durus spectator, Quin in admirationem totus raperetur. In comedià autem Tanta vis, tam venusta hilaritas, tam curiosa felicitas Ut neque sufficerent spectando oculi, Neque plaudendo manus. English’d thus. _Near this place rests the body of ~Anne Oldfield~, amidst so many celebrated Poets, herself not less deserving to be celebrated; for whene’er she trod the stage, her actions always illustrated and ennobled their compositions. Never was one Genius so adapted to the most different parts; she seem’d not made but born for each distinctly. In tragedy her noble presence, elevated speech, and majestic step, temper’d with so peculiar a sweetness of voice, never fail’d to transport the most rustic and insensible into admiration. In comedy she discover’d such a winning air, such a sprightly and becoming gayety, and so happy an address, that neither eyes were satisfied with seeing her, nor hands weary of applauding._ _Another._ Fashion’d alike by nature and by art, To please, engage, and int’rest ev’ry heart: In publick life, by all who saw, approv’d; In private life, by all who knew her lov’d. _Another._ OLDFIELD lies here retir’d, undrest, The curtain drawn, her part is done; Ye that remain to act your best, Must also make your exit soon; How happy then, if worthy praise, Ye can such lasting plaudits raise! _Another._ EXIT Anna Oldfield; Valete & plaudite. _Another._ Hic jacet _Anna Oldfield_. Jam mea preacta est, Mox vestra agetur fabula. Vos valete & plaudite. _Mrs. ~B--rb--r~, to Mrs. ~C--f--r~, at Bath._ When lately you invited me, With _Carteret_ I din’d; And in return, most gen’rously To _Onslow_ I resign’d. On Opportunity we seize, For search the Nation round, Such _Commoners_ and _Peers_ as these Are rarely to be found. Our Situation chang’d, you see How pleasure fleets away; But yesterday you envy’d me; I envy you to day. _EPIGRAM on a LADY, stung by a BEE._