In yonder grave a Druid lies.
Death of Thomson.
Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part;
Nature in him was almost lost in Art.
To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed,
Belov'd till life can charm no more,
And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
Dirge in Cymbeline.