THE EPITAPH

Hère rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Famé unknown :

Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her o\mi.

Large was his bounty, and his soûl sincère;

Heav'n did a recompence as largely send; He gave to Misery ( ail he had ) a tear,

He gain' d from Heav'd ( 'twas ail he wish' d ) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,

(There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.