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and David and Goliath. The pastoral poems are addressed to Edward
Sackville Earl of Dorset, and Lord Chamberlain, who had now made him
one of his family. His divine poems are written in verse and various
measures, and are dedicated to the Countess of Dorset; and there are
some sublime images in them. At the end of the first divine poem,
there are copies of verses in praise of the author, by Bcal Sapperton,
in Latin; Mr. John Fletcher, and Thomas Andrews in English; the last
of whom is very lavish in displaying the great extent of our poet's
fame.

In 1631 Mr. Drayton died, or as it is expressed in his monumental
inscription, exchanged his laurel for a crown of glory. He was buried
among the poets in Westminster-Abbey, and the handsome table monument
of blue marble which was raised over his grave the same year, is
adorned with his effigies in busto, laureated. On one side is a crest
of Minerva's cap, and Pegasus in a scutcheon on the other. Sir Aston
Cokain composed an elegy upon him: and Ben Johnson is said to have
been the author of his epitaph, which is written in letters of gold
upon his monument, with which I shall here present the reader.

EPITAPH.

Do pious marble let thy readers know
What they, and what their children owe
To Drayton's name, whose sacred dust
We recommend unto thy trust:
Protect his memory, and preserve his story,
Remain a lasting monument of his glory;
And when thy ruins shall disclaim,
To be the treasure of his name;
His name, that cannot fade shall be,
An everlasting monument to thee.

Mr. Drayton enjoyed the friendship and admiration of contemporary
wits, and Ben Johnson who was not much disposed to praise, entertained
a high opinion of him, and in this epitaph has both immortalized
himself and his friend. It is easy for those who are conversant with
our author's works to see how much the moderns and even Mr. Pope
himself copy Mr. Drayton, and refine upon him in those distinctions
which are esteemed the most delicate improvements of our English
versification, such as the turns, the pauses, the elegant tautologies,
&c. It is not difficult to point out some depredations which have been
made on our author by modern writers, however obsolete some of them
may have reckoned him. In one of his heroical epistles, that of King
John to Matilda, he has the following lines.

Th' Arabian bird which never is but one,
Is only chast because she is alone,
But had our