Conceal, fond man, conceal the mighty smart,
  Nor tell Corinna she has fir’d thy heart.

And it is said that it was a repulse from a lady of great fortune, with whom he was desperately in love whilst at Oxford, and to whom he had addressed these lines, that made him disregard himself ever after, neglect his studies, and fall into a habit of drinking.  Whatever was the occasion of this last vice it ruined him.  A lady had commended and desired to have a copy of his Verses once, and he sent them, with these lines on the first leaf—­

  Lucretius hence thy maxim I abjure
  Nought comes from nought, nothing can nought procure.

  If to these lines your approbation’s join’d,
  Something I’m sure from nothing has been coin’d.

This gentleman died unmarried, a little after his brother Eustace, at Exeter; having lived in a very disreputable manner for some time, and having degenerated into such excessive indolence, that he usually picked up some boy in the streets, and carried him into the coffee-house to read the news-papers to him.  He had taken deacon’s orders some years before his death, but had always been averse to that kind of life; and therefore became it very ill, and could never be prevailed upon to be a priest.

The third brother William, fellow of New-College in Oxford, died (as I mentioned before) one of the clerks in the Irish secretary of state’s office, very young.  He had been deputy accomptant general, both to his brother and his successor; and likewise deputy to Mr. Addison, as keeper of the records in Birmingham-Tower.  Had he lived, ’tis probable he would have made a considerable figure, being a man of sound sense and learning, with great prudence and honour.  His cousin Dr. Downes, then bishop of London-Derry, was his zealous friend, and Dr. Lavington the present bishop of Exeter, his fellow-collegian, was his intimate correspondent.  Of the two sisters, the eldest married captain Graves of Thanks, near Saltash in Cornwall, a sea-officer, and died in 1738, leaving some children behind her; and the other is still alive, unmarried.  The father Dr. Gilbert Budgell, was esteemed a sensible man, and has published a discourse upon Prayer, and some Sermons[6].

FOOTNOTES: 

[1] See Budgell’s Letter to Cleomenes.  Appendix p. 79.

[2] See The Bee, vol. ii. p. 854.

[3] ’Till then it was usual to discontinue an epilogue after the sixth
    night.  But this was called for by the audience, and continued for
    the whole run of this play:  Budgell did not scruple to sit in the
    it, and call for it himself.

[4] Vide Bee, Vol.  II. page 1105.

[5] Alluding to Cato’s destroying himself.

[6] There is an Epigram of our author’s, which I don’t remember to have
    seen published any where, written upon the death of a very fine
    young lady.