Ah, most unworthy! shou'd we leave unsung Such wondrous Goodness in a Life so young. In spight of Practice, he this Truth hath shown, That Harmony and Vertue shou'd be one. So true to Nature, and so just to Wit, His Musick was the very Sense you Writ. Nor were his Beauties to his Art confin'd; So justly were his Soul and Body join'd, You'd think his Form the Product of his Mind. A conqu'ring sweetness in his Visage dwelt, His Eyes would warm, his Wit like lightning melt. But those must no more be seen, and that no more be felt. Pride was the sole aversion of his Eye, Himself as Humble as his Art was High. Oh! let him Heav'n (in Life so much ador'd) Be now as universally Deplor'd! * * * * * There rest thy Ashes--but thy nobler name Shall soar aloft and last as long as fame. Nor shall thy Worth be to our Isle confin'd, But flie and leave the lagging day behind. _Rome_, that did once extend its arms so far, Y'ave conquer'd in a nobler Art than War; To its proud Sons but only Earth was giv'n, But thou hast triumph'd both in Earth and Heav'n." Purcell's friend and fellow-student, Henry Hall, organist of Hereford Cathedral, also printed an ode "To the Memory of my Dear Friend Mr. Henry Purcell," which concludes thus:-- "Hail! and for ever hail, Harmonious shade, I lov'd thee living, and admire thee Dead. Apollo's harp at once our souls did strike; We learnt together, but not learnt alike: Though equal care our Master might bestow, Yet only Purcell e're shall equal Blow: For thou by Heaven for wondrous things design'd Left'st thy companion lagging far behind. Sometimes a Hero in an age appears, But once a Purcell in a Thousand Years." It is clear that Purcell attained the highest pinnacle in the estimation of his countrymen;[53] but his fame was not confined to England. I have seen a MS. volume of music written by a contemporary musician, a native of France, and in it he designates Purcell as M. Pourselle. Roger of Amsterdam engraved and printed a set of his Sonatas; and the following anecdote is told in some of the biographies of Corelli:-- "While Corelli flourished with such _éclat_ at Rome, Harry Purcell was famous in England, and Corelli was so greatly affected with the character and abilities of this famous English musician, that, as fame reports, he declared him to be then the only thing worth seeing in England. Accordingly the great opinion he held of Purcell made him resolve to make a journey into this kingdom on purpose to visit him," but the journey was abandoned on hearing of Purcell's death. Another version of the story makes Corelli start on his journey, but hearing of Purcell's death on shipboard, when nearing Dover, he returns immediately to Rome.