O last and best of Scots! who didst maintain
Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign;
New people fill the land now thou art gone,
New gods the temples, and new kings the throne.
Scotland and thou did each in other live;
Nor wouldst thou her, nor could she thee survive.
Farewell! who, dying, didst support the state,
And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.
More verses by John Dryden
- Epitaph On The Monument Of The Marquis Of Winchester
- Sigismond And Guiscardo. From Boccace
- Annus Mirabilis, The Year Of Wonders, 1666
- The Fair Stranger. A Song
- Threnodia Augustalis: A Funeral Pindaric Poem, Sacred To The Happy Memory Of King Charles Ii.