When Honour loved and gave thee every charm,
Fire to thy eye and vigour to thy arm;
Then from our lofty hopes and longing eyes,
Fate and thy virtues call’d thee to the skies;
Yet still we wonder at thy tow’ring fame,
And, losing thee, still dwell upon thy name.
Oh! ever honour’d, ever valued! say,
What verse can praise thee, or what work repay?
Yet verse (in all we can) thy worth repays,
Nor trusts the tardy zeal of future days: -