Ye sacred relics, which your marble keep, Here, undisturb'd by wars, in quiet sleep: Discharge the trust, which, when it was below, Pairbone's undaunted soul did undergo, And be the town's Palladium from the foe. Alive and dead these walls he will defend: Great actions great examples must attend. The Candian siege his early valour knew, Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue. From thence returning with deserved applause, 10 Against the Moors his well-flesh'd sword he draws; The same the courage, and the same the cause. His youth and age, his life and death, combine, As in some great and regular design, All of a piece throughout, and all divine. Still nearer heaven his virtues shone more bright, Like rising flames expanding in their height; The martyr's glory crown'd the soldier's fight. More bravely British general never fell, Nor general's death was e'er revenged so well; 20 Which his pleased eyes beheld before their close, Follow'd by thousand victims of his foes. To his lamented loss for time to come His pious widow consecrates this tomb. * * * * * XI. UNDER MR MILTON'S PICTURE, BEFORE HIS PARADISE LOST.[38] Three Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England, did adorn. The first, in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two. * * * * * FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 38: In Tonson's folio edition.] * * * * * XII ON THE MONUMENT OF A FAIR MAIDEN LADY[39], WHO DIED AT BATH, AND IS THERE INTERRED.