Classic Poem

Here lies honest John
Who dug the graves of many
Now circumscrib'd to one
For which he'd ne'er a penny
Six shillings were his dues
But out of those he's cheated
For death no favour shews
Since monarchs thus are treated
And now his dust is leveld
With dust that soar'd above him
Whose deeds if all unravel'd
The better man would prove him
May all that view this humble stone
This leson learn, this truth revere,
That from the Cottage to the throne
Virtue alone makes difference here.—