Book 2 — On Lord Aubrey Beauclerk45, in Westminster Abbey, 1740.

On Lord Aubrey Beauclerk45, in Westminster Abbey, 1740.

Whilst Britain boasts her empire o'er the deep,

This marble shall compel the brave to weep:

As men, as Britons, and as soldiers, mourn;

'Tis dauntless, loyal, virtuous Beauclerk's urn.

Sweet were his manners, as his soul was great,

And ripe his worth, though immature his fate;

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Each tender grace that joy and love inspires,

Living, he mingled with his martial fires:

Dying, he bid Britannia's thunders roar;

And Spain still felt him, when he breath'd no more.