Poem by John Dryden

Upon the Death of the Viscount of Dundee

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. 

1. A Prologue
2. You Charm'd Me Not With That Fair Face
3. Hymn For St. John's Eve, 29th June
4. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
5. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire

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