Epitaph. On Sir William Trumbull.
A pleasing form; a firm, yet cautious mind;Sincere, though prudent; constant, yet resign'd:Honour unchanged, a principle profess'd,Fix'd to one side, but moderate to the rest:An honest courtier, yet a patriot too;Just to his prince, and to his country true:Fill'd with the sense of age, the fire of youth,A scorn of wrangling, yet a zeal for truth;A generous faith, from superstition free:A love to peace, and hate of tyranny;Such this man was; who now, from earth removed,At length enjoys that liberty he loved.
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