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.