Does Beauty spread her Charms? does Wealth o'erflow?
Does Health bloom fresh, or youthful Vigour glow?
Are all Earth's Blessings in Profusion pour'd?
And all these Sweets with no Affliction sour'd?
Ah! trust not these, to guard from early Death
All these adorn'd the precious Dust beneath.

Or

Ye that in Beauty, or in Youth confide,
Come view this Monument, Youth in flowery Bloom,
Wither'd at Morn, lie mould'ring in this Tomb,
And you may meet the same surprizing Doom.

Or

Thus Monument proclaims this solemn Truth,
Beauty is fading, frail the Bloom of Youth;
Life short, a Span, a Dream, an empty Shew,
And all is fleeting Vanity below.
Careless Spectator! learn from hence to die;
Prepare, prepare for Immortality.