Thomas Gibbons

“ And pour contempt on riches and on blood.
Baynard, Rowe, Burnet, Bury, in your praise
Fame founds her trump, proud of th' immortal themes;
Genius and Virtue strove through all your days
Which should emblaze you with its brightest beams. ”

“ Thro' all your course ingrowing splendors shine,
And each with each unite its kindred.ray!
Should one be eminent above the rest,
Be that Humility, that, while it tries
To vail our goodness, makes it more confest,
As streams reprefs'd to higher currents rise. ”