Epitaph On Frederick, Duke Of Schomberg[1]



 Hic infra situm est corpus

FREDERICI DUCIS DE SCHOMBERG.

ad BUDINDAM occisi, A.D. 1690.

DECANUS et CAPITULUM maximopere etiam

atque etiam petierunt,

UT HAEREDES DUCIS monumentum

In memoriam PARENTIS erigendum curarent:

Sed postquam per epistolas, per amicos,

diu ac saepè orando nil profecêre;

Hunc demum lapidem ipsi statuerunt,

Saltem[2] ut scias, hospes,

Ubinam terrarum SCONBERGENSIS cineres

delitescunt

"Plus potuit fama virtutis apud alienos,

Quam sanguinis proximitas apud suos."

A.D. 1731.

Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift was an Anglo-Irish satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer, poet and cleric who became Dean of St Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin. Swift is remembered for works such as "A Tale of a Tub" (1704), "An Argument Against Abolishing Christianity" (1712), and "Gulliver's Travels" (1726). Swift originally published all of his works under pseudonyms—such as Lemuel Gulliver, Isaac Bickerstaff, Drapier's Letters as MB Drapier—and works were sometimes attributed to Anonymous.

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