Pleasure.

  Wilt thou all the glory have
    That war or peace commend? 
  Half the world shall be thy slave,
    The other half thy friend.

  Soul.

  What friends, if to my self untrue? 
  What slaves, unless I captive you?

  Pleasure.

  Thou shalt know each hidden cause;
    And see the future time: 
  Try what depth the centre draws;
    And then to heaven climb.

  Soul.

  None thither mounts by the degree
  Of knowledge, but humility.

  Chorus.

Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul;
The world has not one pleasure more;
The rest does lye beyond the pole,
And is thine everlasting store.

We shall conclude the life of Mr. Marvel, by presenting the reader with that epitaph, which was intended to be inscribed upon his tomb, in which his character is drawn in a very masterly manner.

            Near this place
    Lieth the body of Andrew Marvel, Esq;
        A man so endowed by nature,
    So improved by education, study, and travel,
    So consummated, by experience and learning;
    That joining the most peculiar graces of wit
  With a singular penetration and strength of judgment,
  And exercising all these in the whole course of his life,
    With unalterable steadiness in the ways of virtue,
    He became the ornament and example of his age,
  Beloved by good men, fear’d by bad, admired by all,
        Tho’ imitated, alas! by few;
        And scarce paralleled by any. 
  But a tombstone can neither contain his character,
  Nor is marble necessary to transmit it to posterity. 
    It is engraved in the minds of this generation,
  And will be always legible in his inimitable writings. 
                  Nevertheless
  He having served near twenty-years successively in
                  parliament,
  And that, with such wisdom, integrity, dexterity,
                  and courage,
              As became a true patriot,
            The town of Kingiton upon Hull,
  From whence he was constantly deputed to that
                  Assembly,
            Lamenting in his death the public loss,
  Have erected this monument of their grief and
                  gratitude,
                    1688.

He died in the 58th year of his age
On the 16th day of August 1678.

Heu fragile humanum genus! heu terrestria vana! 
Heu quem spectatum continet urna virum!

[Footnote A:  A disappointment occasioned our throwing this life out of the chronlogical order.  But we hope the candid reader will pardon a fault of this kind:  we only wish he may find nothing of more consequence to accuse us of.]

[Footnote B:  Cook’s Life of Andrew Marvel, Esq; prefixed to the first volume of Mr. Marvel’s Works, London 1726.]