Fight virtue's cause, stand up in wit's defence, Win us from vice, and laugh us into sense.
On the Prospect of Peace (1713), line 428.
Achilles' fatal wrath, whence discord rose, That brought the sons of Greece unnumber'd woes, O Goddess! sing. Full many a hero's ghost Was driven untimely to th' infernal coast, While in promiscuous heaps their bodies lay, A feast for dogs and every bird of prey. So did the sire of gods and men fulfil His stedfast purpose and almighty will; What time the haughty chiefs their jars begun, Atrides, king of men, and Peleus' godlike son.
The First Book of the Iliad (1715).
Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.
On the Death of Mr. Addison (1721), line 41. The work was an epitath for Tickell's friend and employer, Joseph Addison.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.
On the Death of Mr. Addison (1721), line 45.
There patient show'd us the wise course to steer, A candid censor, and a friend severe; There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
On the Death of Mr. Addison (1721), line 81. Compare: "He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live", Michel de Montaigne, Essay, book i. chap. ix.; "I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; and I will show you in a very short time how to die", Sandys, Anglorum Speculum, p. 903; "Teach him how to live, And, oh still harder lesson! how to die", Beilby Porteus, Death, line 316; "He taught them how to live and how to die", Somerville, In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore.
A snow of blossoms and a wild of flowers.
Kensington Garden (1722).
The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.
To a Lady with a Present of Flowers.
though every friend be fled, Lo! Envy waits, that lover of the dead.
On the Death of the Earl of Cadogan.
He 'midst the graceful of superior grace, And she the loveliest of the loveliest race.
Verses to Mrs. Lowther on her Marriage.
I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away.