Erected at the Expence of his Widow .

L ATE an Applauding People rear'd the Stone
To Shakespear 's Honour, and, alike, their Own .
A perfect Whole, where Part consents to part;
The Wonder He of Nature, This of Art .
And now a Wife (ye Wits, no more despise
The Name of Wife ) bids Rowe in Marble rise.
Smiling He views her conjugal Regard;
A Nation's Cost had been a less Reward:
A Nation's Praise may vulgar Spirits move,
Rowe more deserv'd and gain'd, — a Sponsal Love.

O Italy! thy injur'd Marble keep
Deep in thy Bowels, providently deep,
When Fools wou'd force it over Knaves to weep.
But when true Wit and Merit claim a Shrine,
Pour forth thy Stores and beggar every Mine.
They claim Them now: for Virtue, Sense and Wit
Have long been fled, and want thy Succours — Yet:
They claim Them now for One , — yes, One I see: —
Marble wou'd weep — if Addison be He .

O crown'd with all the Glories of thy Race ,
The Father 's Candour, and the Mother 's Grace!
With Rowe , C HARLOTTA ! vie, in generous Strife,
And let the Daughter emulate the Wife .
Be justly pious; raise the Honour'd Stone ,
And so — deserve a Rowe , or — Addison!