For food and raiment track my liberty: But if I must to my last shifts be put, To fill a bladder and twelve yards of gut, Rather with counterfeited wooden leg, And my right arm tied up, I'll chuse to beg; I'll rather chuse to starve at large, than be The gaudiest vassal to dependency. 'T has ever been the top of my desires, The utmost height to which my wish aspires, That heaven would bless me with a small estate; There, free from noise and all ambitious ends, Enjoy a few choice books, and fewer friends; Lord of myself, accountable to none, But to my conscience and my God alone; There live unthought of, and unheard of die, And grudge mankind my very memory. _Satire to a Friend about to leave the University._ ] TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF MRS ANNE KILLIGREW. MRS ANNE KILLIGREW was daughter of Dr Henry Killigrew, master of the Savoy, and one of the prebendaries of Westminster, and brother of Thomas Killigrew, renowned, in the court of Charles II., for wit and repartee. The family, says Mr Walpole, was remarkable for its loyalty, accomplishments, and wit; and this young lady, who displayed great talents for painting and poetry, promised to be one of its fairest ornaments. She was maid of honour to the Duchess of York, and died of the small-pox in 1685, the 25th year of her age. Mrs Anne Killigrew's poems were published after her death in a thin quarto, with a print of the author, from her portrait drawn by herself. She also painted the portraits of the Duke of York and of his Duchess, and executed several historical pictures, landscapes, and pieces of still life. See _Lord_ ORFORD'S _Lives of the Painters_, Works, Vol. III. p. 297; and BALLARD'S _Lives of Learned Ladies_. The poems of this celebrated young lady do not possess any uncommon merit, nor are her paintings of a high class, although preferred by Walpole to her poetry. But very slender attainments in such accomplishments, when united with youth, beauty, and fashion, naturally receive a much greater share of approbation from contemporaries, than unbiassed posterity can afford to them. Even the flinty heart of old Wood seems to have been melted by this young lady's charms, notwithstanding her being of _womankind_, as he contemptuously calls the fair sex. He says, that she was a Grace for a beauty, and a Muse for a wit; and that there must have been more true history than compliment in our author's ode, since otherwise the lady's father would not have permitted it to go to press.--_Athenæ_, Vol. II. p. 1036.