The following epitaph he wrote, and purpos’d for a monument which he designed to erect over her grave.

  Enough, cold stone! suffice her long-lov’d name;
  Words are too weak to pay her virtues claim. 
  Temples, and tombs, and tongues, shall waste away,
  And power’s vain pomp, in mould’ring dust decay. 
  But e’er mankind a wife more perfect see,
  Eternity, O Time! shall bury thee.

He was a man susceptible of love, in its sublimest sense; as may be seen in that poetical description of that passion, which he has given in his poem called the Picture of Love; wrote many years ago (from whence the following two lines are taken)

  No wild desire can this proud bliss bestow,
  Souls must be match’d in heav’n, tho’ mix’d below.

About the year 1735 he was concern’d with another gentleman in writing a paper called the Prompter; all those mark’d with a B. were his.—­This was meant greatly for the service of the stage; and many of them have been regarded in the highest manner.—­But, as there was not only instruction, but reproof, the bitter, with the sweet, by some could not be relish’d.

In 1736 having translated from the French of Monsieur de Voltaire, the Tragedy of Zara, he gave it to be acted for the benefit of Mr. William Bond; and it was represented first, at the Long-Room in Villars-Street, York-Buildings; where that poor gentleman performed the part of Lusignan (the old expiring king) a character he was at that time too well suited to; being, and looking, almost dead, as in reality he was before the run of it was over.—­Soon after this play was brought upon the stage in Drury-Lane, by Mr. Fleetwood, at the earnest sollicitation of Mr. Theophilus Cibber; the part of Zara was played by Mrs. Cibber, and was her first attempt in Tragedy; of the performers therein he makes very handsome mention in the preface.  This play he dedicated to his royal highness the Prince of Wales.

The same year was acted, at the Theatre in Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields, another Tragedy of his translating from the same French author, called Alzira, which was likewise dedicated to the Prince.—­His dedications generally wore a different face from those of other writers; he there most warmly recommends Monsieur de Voltaire, as worthy of his royal highness’s partiality; disclaiming for himself all expectations of his notice.  But he was, notwithstanding, particularly honoured with his approbation.

These plays, if not a litteral translation, have been thought much better, for their having past his hands; as generously was acknowledged by Monsieur de Voltaire himself.

In 1737 he published a poem called, The Tears of the Muses; composed of general satire:  in the address to the reader he says (speaking of satire)

’There is, indeed, something so like cruelty in the face of that species of poetry, that it can only be reconciled to humanity, by the general benevolence of its purpose; attacking particulars for the public advantage.’

The following year he wrote (in prose) a book called, An Enquiry into the Merit of Assassination, with a View to the Character of Caesar; and his Designs on the Roman Republic.