On Mr. Dryden's Wanting an Epitaph
That Thou, Great Genius, here in Earth art thrown
With no Inscription on the Sacred Stone
Is not thy Brother-Poets Fault, but Shame,
Since, unenjoying thy Celestial Flame,
They knew not how to propagate thy Fame.
Thy Self alone could thy own Glory raise;
Thy Verse alone record thy Verse's Praise:
So thy own Thoughts should thy own Lines refine,
As Dust of Diamonds makes the Diamond shine.
With no Inscription on the Sacred Stone
Is not thy Brother-Poets Fault, but Shame,
Since, unenjoying thy Celestial Flame,
They knew not how to propagate thy Fame.
Thy Self alone could thy own Glory raise;
Thy Verse alone record thy Verse's Praise:
So thy own Thoughts should thy own Lines refine,
As Dust of Diamonds makes the Diamond shine.
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