As more afraid to look than he to die.
Whence sprung this great unparallel'd deport?
God and his conscience were his strong support.
[fol. 113.]
Upon the death of Lord Balmerino, by a non-jurant clergyman in London in a letter to a friend.
Short is the term of life, my honour'd friend.
Soon o'er the puny space with rapid speed
The unreturning moments wing their way,
And sweep us from our cradles to the grave.