SONNET
III
.
To
F.
K.
Esq
O
Sprung
from
worthies
,
who
with
counsels
wise
Adorn'd
and
strengthen'd
great
Elisa's
throne
,
Who
yet
with
virtuous
pride
,
may'st
well
despise
To
borrow
praise
from
merits
not
thy
own
.
Oft
as
I
view
the
monumental
stone
Where
our
lov'd
H***'s
cold
ashes
rest
,
Musing
on
joys
with
him
long
past
and
gone
,
A
pleasing
sad
remembrance
fills
my
breast
.
—
Did
the
sharp
pang
we
feel
for
friends
deceas'd
Unbated
last
,
we
must
with
anguish
die
;
But
nature
bids
its
rigour
should
be
eas'd
By
lenient
time
,
and
strong
necessity
:
These
calm
the
passions
,
and
subdue
the
mind
To
bear
th'
appointed
lot
of
human
kind
.