Epitaph -
30
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
31
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery (all he had), a tear,
He gained from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
32
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.
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
31
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery (all he had), a tear,
He gained from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
32
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.
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