PRIOR.
MIRROR, vol. xii. p. 184.
Prior's epitaph on himself was parodied as follows:--
Hold Mathew Prior, by your leave,
Your epitaph is very odd:
Bourbon and you are sons of Eve,
Nassau the offspring of a God.
Which being shewn to Swift he wrote the following:--
Hold, Mathew Prior, by your leave,
Your epitaph is barely civil;
Bourbon and you are sons of Eve,
Nassau the offspring of the devil.
In the "Spectator," is part of an epitaph by Ben Jonson, on Mary
Herbert, Countess of Pembroke, and sister of Sir Philip Sidney. The
following is the whole, taken from the first edition of Jonson's works,
collected as they were published:--
Underneath this stone doth lie,
As much virtue as could die;
Which when alive did vigour give,
To as much beauty as could live;
If she had a single fault,
Leave it buried in this vault.
Another on the same, from the same source:--
Underneath this sable hearse,
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother,
Death ere thou hast slain another,
Fair, and good, and learn'd as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee;
Marble piles, let no man raise
To her fame; for after days,
Some kind woman born as she,
Reading this, like Niobe,
Shall turn statue and become
Both her mourner and her tomb.
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