EPITAPH S

ON

ILLUSTRIOUS and OTHER PERSONS,

I N

SEVERAL PARTS of EUROPE..

WITH

TRANSLATIONS

Of fuch as are in

LATIN and Foreign LANGUAGES..

AND

Compendious Accounts of the DECEASED,

Their LIVES and WORK S.

By JOHN HACKETT,
Late Commoner of BALIOL-COLLEGE, OXFORD.

Life's but i walking Shadow, a poor Play'r,
That futs and frets his Hour upon the Stage,
And then is beard no more; it is a Tale
Told by an Idiot, full of Sound and Fury,
Signifying nothing.

In Two VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

LONDON:

Printed for T. OSBORNE, and J. SHIPTON, in GRAY'S-Inn. M.DCC.LVII,

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His EXCELLENCY

BARON HAS LANG

This Volume is humbly infcribed, by

His Excellency's

Maft Obedient,

and moft Devoted Servant,

JOHN HACKETT

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COLLECTION

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AREWELL ! * thou Child of my Right Hand

and Joy;

My Sin was too much Hope of thee, lov'd Boy. Seven Years th❜wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy Fate, on the juft Day.

O! could I lofe all Father, now; for why
Will Man lament the State he should envy ?
To have fo foon fcap'd World's and Flefh's Rage,
And if no other Mifery, yet Age.

Reft in foft Peace; and afkt, fay, Here doth lie
Ben Jonfon his best Piece of Poetry.

BEN JONSON.

*The Expreffion here wants Explanation. Thou Child of my Right Hand fhews us his Son's Name was Benjamin, that Word being usually taken as a ComVOL. II. pound

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