Benjamin Victor, 'On the Death of Sir Richard Steele', 1729
GREAT STEELE, my friend is dead, 0, empty name Of earthly bliss! 'tis all an airy dream! Receive what tears to friendship's loss belong, In the sad subject of a mournful song. Friendship! thou tyranness, whose cruel throne, Heaps on poor mortals sorrows not their own; And yet who courts thee not?----who would be free? Who can be said to live, unb1ess'd by thee? To mourn this loss, let gratitude impart, The honest feelings of a faithful heart: Say, for my theme, what numbers shall I chuse? Thou first instructor of my infant muse?